Gone are the weeks of hot days and cool nights. Now, it's just hot.
Gone are the beautiful wildflowers, and gone, too, now are the cactus blooms.
Soon enough it will be hot and sticky. Unpleasant, but at least there will be the monsoon storms. Excitement and anticipation as the skies fill with clouds and thunder and lightning and wind-driven haboobs.
Renewed life. Plants perking up, taking on a greener shade of green as they quickly absorb their share of the moisture. And the dust and grayness of these months are washed away.
For now, it's harder to find beauty in the desert. Everything is a little too brown, a little too gray, a little too dry, a little too far away.
But the slant of the morning sun awakens and renews our spirits, and our eyes find beauty in unexpected places.
In my yard is a dead tree. It is the most beautiful dead tree I have ever seen. Stately and strong, even as it decays. As more pieces fall away, it grows ever more interesting.
See for yourself.
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