Letter From the Desert: Rain
Today was about edges. Fifteen minutes after leaving home I texted back: “It is raining in Joshua Tree.” There had been flawless blue sky at home. Her reply came as I flicked on the wiper: “!”
Twenty minutes after that, along the highway to Lucerne Valley, it was hard to see the stripes that marked the lanes. A mile east: dry.
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