The winds have turned, now coming from the South. Bringing the moisture from the Gulf to our desert heat, massaging your soul and being. Naps become longer and dreams more vivid now nourished by thunder showers. A sweet smell of sagebrush is in the air. The brown mountains now green. You take longer breaths, stretch your mind to thoughts of new adventures. Between storms there is a special quiet. A time for each other, for love and wandering in this special place.
David Young
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