Asterion laughed, shook his head. "I can't help myself. I've been up and down this country, I've inhabited so many parts of it for a week or a month or however long. I love it. And some of it changes....a lot of it doesn't. It's beautiful."
The artist looked at the people as well, eyes falling on a trio of fairly grizzled older men who looked to be retired ranchers. "How long do you suppose that they sit here every morning?" he asked softly, smiling. "I wonder if they've always been friends..."