God Lives in the Desert, So the Rest of Us Can Live Here

I stand on the corner and wait for the light to change, drinking in the cool breeze. The late afternoon summer sun as the season winds down to autumn is like honey poured over blue glass.

The desert of my youth, with its hot killing winds and cactus and spiders and sun like a ball of rage in the sky, is very far away, in time and in space.

It is so lovely to live somewhere where everything in the world doesn't want to kill you.