It's a cruel, crazy, beautiful world

it may have only been a few hours since my last post and its rather panicked atmosphere, but things have really calmed down.

I remember a post from a long while ago, I had gone outside to take out the trash and the wind was blowing in such a way that it reminded me of where I used to live in the California desert. The wind wasn't as harsh as it was earlier, but it did blow in a bit of rain. However, the sky was practically clear out expect for a few clouds blocking the moon over the western mountains. It was so beautiful and nostalgic, I didn't want to come back inside. The only thing missing was the smell of the creosote bushes that filled the air when it rained in that desert.

back in high school, we had to be up early enough in the morning to catch a bus that left at 6am. Throughout most of the spring and autumn, we would get light early morning showers like the one today. The brisk but warm air, the sharp scent floating in the wind, the dry dampness that swam around you.

I miss those days.

for our first true spring break together, my editor and I drove out to the Mojave for a number of reasons. The one night we were on that old army post, it rained. We were actually in a movie at the time, so when we left, it was pouring rain. It was one of the many things I was glad I got to share with him. Since his hometown is also in the desert, he appreciates the desert rains, however, they are drastically different from the ones I was used too.

still. . .