As threatening and unwelcoming as the desert may seem at times, there is something undeniably peaceful about being surrounded by a vastness of nothing.
Of course the Chihuahuan desert is not empty, but the openness of the land certainly seems that way by contrast of the cities speckled throughout it.
San Elizario, Clint, Fabens, Horizon, Socorro, EL Paso, Las Cruces, Juárez, Anapra. . .
They are all so small compared this capricious land they are anchored to.
Our last snow riddled winter and this blazingly parched summer that followed are just a few reminders of our desert’s fickle moods.
Although it seems the heat will never end and our A/Cs are never quite cranked up high enough, the desert knows itself well and will provide the land with what it needs.
It is much older and wiser than we are after all.
The desert will bring its clouds when it’s good and ready.
There is no use in questioning its temper.
As I followed soggy, dark clouds across the land between New Mexico and Texas, I hoped El Paso would have a chance to soak in a few drops of rain,
But what looked like a cloudy mist surrounding our Franklins from a distance turned out to be nothing more than a sandstorm in the North East.
Welcome home, desert dweller.
-Raymundo
c/s
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