The sun has set, and the air outside is still. There is a mild drizzle, but nothing hinting at the significance rumored to be growing but twelve hours to the South and East of us. Many of my neighbors are having small house parties, and the smells of charcoal and grilled meat wafts to me through the moist air. Tonight is no different than any of a thousand other Texas nights.
The wind picks up again, but it is a playful and cool breeze, swirling away the humidity and carrying the laughter and conversations of my neighbors to my ears.
Is this really the calm before the storm?
We will see what twelve hours brings.