the palm tree sentinels, lining the roads, stately guards of the traffic
the cacti, like weird bristling many-armed mutants
the mountains in not two, not three, but all four directions. I have already learned how to tell them apart. And I know which way is west again.
I'm writing this in a Barnes & Noble, surrounded by books.
Chick-Fil-As, Chipotles, and Red Robins, oh my!
the shade works. In humid heat, the shade is broken. Here the shade has been mended and is thus functional.
We live in a stucco jungle.
landscaping everywhere. I didn't realize that suburbs in the desert could possibly be as pretty as they are where we live! They must have a Committee for Making Neighborhoods and Shopping Centers Nice to Look At.
The percentage of people I see who are obese has dropped dramatically.
Our thermostat is set to seventy-seven degrees... and that feels perfectly cool to us.
more than five libraries within a reasonable driving distance! I think I'll get cards for all of them!
Instead of T-38s like little sparrows zipping busily across the sky, it's the F-16s gliding like stately, fearsome hawks, and the Pilot cranes his neck to look at them and I beg him to look at the road every now and then too, the F-16s aren't going anywhere, and actually he'll be flying them in less than two months!