It’s been nearly three years since my first encounter with the San Antonio skyline and river pathways.

The otherwise scorching sun that seethes into my pores has moved blessedly further away from the earth and the gorgeous season of San Antonio is moving toward full bloom.

Clouds at dusk are whipped full of air, entangled amongst each other across the vast stretch of sky, likely from the eager pilots earning their wings above the city proper.

New lights, more buildings, less historic views have given way to the faux glitz of fast-fashion luxury condos and apartment construction across the cityscape as rising towers dwarf modest wooden casitas.

The bats still emerge from beneath a heavily trafficked expressway like clockwork — hungry for scraps of habitat not yet destroyed.

Sparrow flocks swoop and dive as an elaborate air show that looks like breaths of oxygen being sucked from lungs. Mexican crows nestle together along electric lines squawking insults like a bickering family.

A flooded river channel threatens to broach the sidewalks and release the creatures from its depths into human spaces.

It’s a bifurcated city that manufactures nature like an elaborate bonsai.

Dedicated to the truth. Whatever that may be. That’s the path where you will find me. Solitary woman seeks.