Greetings from Bossier City, Louisiana, where the temperatures still rise into the nineties during the day and rain has fallen exactly one-half time since I arrived. It’s my first excursion west of the mighty Mississippi. I’m on central time now! I’ll be here for another few weeks… and to think I have to leave is difficult. To think I haven’t always lived here seems absurd.
I made my way inside the huge iron gate and found the castle charming, gracious, down-to-earth. Living here is as easy as sitting on a porch swing, talking coyly with a southern accent, watching out for kids throwing footballs, saying “hey” to your neighbor, and talking for an hour about how much you looooove so-and-so’s something-or-other. This is the ultimate small southern town. Sit a while.
A bayou drifts through my backyard, creating a barrier of peace to protect the castle from traffic’s rumble. Cypress and willow trees rise out of the still water… white birds poke their toes delicately as they look for edible things there. Beyond the this grove, a few active farms are nothing but flat dirt right now, lowering the horizon so at sunset the sky has more colors than your colored pencil box.
What a beautiful place to be. What a beautiful place to stay, to think, to live and grow, and to explore. I already love it here, and it’s a corner of the world I never would have discovered without traveling like this. Hello, Bossier City and Shreveport, and Barksdale Air Force Base with all your green uniforms! I look forward to gettin’ to know ya.
~The Dauntless Princess~