A Night Sky for a Desert Sleep

From first light, the sky was dominated by thick quilts of grey clouds that never delivered on their promise of rain.


August’s skin-scorching sunshine was buffered and repelled, sneaking diminished heat around cloud banks' edges, tempering the day, offering an enjoyably noticeable respite.


It’s twenty hours later, 90 minutes into the new day, and I‘m restless with the agitation of wanderlust.


A moisture-cooled breeze is gliding across the desert with the ease and grace of a figure skater.


It’s as if the breezes are activating a windshield wash-like effect removing dust and pollution between me and my connection with a night sky awash in indigo ink hosting more stars than usually seen from this sleeping city.


I’m in the moment, at peace and able to sleep in the near while, but wishing it were out of doors, under such mesmerizing heavens.