So here I am, typing an arrangement of letters into my computer, with not much intent. It is a Sunday afternoon but sadly, there does not yet seem to be any "afternoon delight." Although, I will acknowledge that the weather outside is beautiful, and unequivocal by no other meaning. For those who are not familiar with the "cualidades" of the desert, it is hot and merciless. Now, the word "hot" invokes, as I can imagine, various interprations of magnitude. For some, 80 degrees Fahrenheit is "hot". Although I say to them, 80 degrees Fahrenheit is a reminder to not leave the house without a jacket. In reality, "hot" connotes the experience of sweat profusely drenching the body, and a desire to jump into a pool, or some water source, bare-naked, worrying not if anyone was watching.

In the desert, "hot" is 115-120 degress Fahrenheit, with possibly a hint of humidity... If I am to stress any word, like an accent in a Spanish word, it is "possibly." For many of the days, the desert is like a vacuum, trapping all of the moisture within the surrounding air. Therefore, one may understand the significance of the weather on this day--what is more though, is that like a musical composition, it is a prelude for more to come. :)