Letter From The Desert: Hurricane

Lightning strikes 200 times a minute south of me. I count to make sure. A hurricane is a day away. We are unlikely to get rain. The storm is veering east, and on Tuesday it will rain in Flagstaff. We will be there the next day, the dog and I, and I imagine ruddy traces of flash floods on the road to Tuba City.

For now we watch it pass. Hurricane monsoon.…