Between the two moments was the moment of the saguaro rising.

It’s a matter of perspective when you consider that the bubbles keep bubbling.

Are those allergies acting up again?

The ocotillo’s arms catch the sun’s rays, storing them deep in the cool desert ground below. A ritual as old as the mountains.

Where is he going?

When you brought me in it was great. Do you remember opening the box and being blasted with that delightfully, questionably toxic air? So oddly refreshing and tantalizing!

unbothered. moisturized. happy. in my lane. focused. flourishing.

The sun cooks me from above and the sidewalk cooks me from below as I walk to get my lunch. The vehicles scream past me in the opposite direction at an arms length. Warm gusts in between the stale warmth of today.

Night blossoms.

Hump day