August 24, 2007
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This time of year I start looking for something in the morning. The background? A few months of hundred degree temperatures – and, with the monsoon, moisture in the air that complicates the heat.
So in the morning, about six, I start feeling the air for those first brief puffs of chill that signal the breaking of summer and the first hints of fall. We feel them, when they come, on our arms and legs and breath. In their own way these shining moments are as lovely as the first hint of citrus blossoms in the desert winter.
The desert has its charms. This one is almost at hand.
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