The magic of the desert finally poked it's head back up at me in the past 24 hours. I had lost it. And understandably why. The beauty of the desert is a quiet one. And this city has become so overgrown and large that it's completely stomped it out, almost. The desert is a fragile place several million descending on this place is a lot different than several million somewhere else, of course not that that many people is good for anywhere. But the beauty that I was first enchanted with that drew me out here and that I saw when I was first here (and that was in the middle of the summer) I finally see it again.
The bike ride home last night and the desert architecture I've been looking at this morning, struck the chord of the magic you can have in the desert, especially with the seasons that are ahead of us.
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