A river morning, fresh, clean and crisp. Mid-May in Texas is hardly Spring, but rather the sort of summer you see in movies. They don't shoot many movies in mid-summer Texas. The makeup melts. The harsh reality of Texas summer is somehow on hold and blessings of open window nights abound. The river was glassy green this morning, a blush of mist on its cheeks. The woodpeckers and bluejays drug the sleepy sun over the Eastern horizon, slow at first, but picking up speed as it awakened. The Brazos is lazy today, it seems in no hurry to make it to the Gulf, no pent up desire for salty reunion, the constant urge to reunite with the great waters milder this morning. Perhaps a morning like this is even enough to give pause to the river and slow it to a crawl to extend the ecstasy.