A wise man once said that

(of the people who get bored of Austin’s small-citiness; or lose too much time as it slip slides away, and leave)

if you open you mind then you can see that Austin is many different places, all at once, and through the days and years that flow.

This, or course is true of any real city.

…or so it seems.

But Austin opened her petals for me tonight, and I saw such an array of good ness, sweetness, and curiosity.

I say, long live all real cities everywhere.