Precip

The drizzle is cold on my skin. Summer temps in the Arizona-Sonoran Desert exceeded 140 degrees Fahrenheit (in the sun) during summer months. The signal that Fall has arrived is falling on, and cooling the desert. Transformations are forthcoming from flora and fauna. Dusty gulches will gulp Nature's elixir, even flow with it. The desert has changed masks, will again become life-giving instead of life-taking.

[Twenty-seven minutes after this was posted online, I received the phone call that Jack--my brother, my hero--was dead.]