Birds, say what you will about the desert.
Go on, complain about the heat and the scorpions; the dry, dusty wind that burns your throat in the spring and summer.
I love it, I love it, I love it all the more.
Which is why I’m back. No, not in Vegas. (I still haven’t managed to get the ciggy-and-booze scent off my clothing, despite multiple washes. “Filth” just seeps into your pores there, [...]
