Air-E-Zone-Ah

I always love coming back home because of that warm embrace, the air wraps you up and swallows you into the heat. It is a dry, scorching thing. Hard to understand unless you have been tempered through the furnace of many Sonoran summers. I like to think we natives are a special breed, a steel in our spine helps us to take hold of the fire. Its like every time we opened our car's doors, sat on our black leather seats and felt the second degree burns...we built a certain stamina, perhaps a healing-coping ability others lack. Wolverine would be proud.

The real wonder of it all is the dryness. It takes the usually dull medium of air and gives it a little life. The smell of the eucalyptus trees along the side of the road makes my run bearable. The trees waver in the wind, pause to give respite from Apollo, and lifts my spirits with a gentle perfume. Lamentingly, I cannot stay all day.

The clouds have begun to roll in, an unusual occurrence in May. The monsoon season does not start until late July, but the smell of rain and damp earth intoxicates me. I know that I am home, in the Valley of the Sun, where the air balks at the mention of rain. The smell fills the air, up into the grey, conflicted bowl above me. The clouds gather at its edges, like a pack of wolves tumbling into its center.

Smooth edges of the rubberized asphalt stretches out into the horizon. Man has certainly become master of his domain here. The rows of subdivisions do not end. I don't mind this, for a while at least.

Belated Mother's Day

Here's a sweet link for all the mothers out there.
http://www.hulu.com/watch/72434/saturday-night-live-motherlover

Its funny that we need a holiday to celebrate people in our lives, when we should be doing so every day. Why do we need Mother/Father/Take-your-daughter-to-work days? Hallmark calendar corporate manipulation or universal values? In any case, it at least gets us thinking.

Anyway, its the end of the school year and things are drawing to a close. I've wrapped up finals, celebrating, and most of my room, so I will try to get back into writing soon. In the next two weeks there are only three activities I plan to pursue: reading, running, and writing.

I'll leave you with a quote from Banana Yoshimoto's Kitchen that I found particularly interesting, "As I grow older, much older, I will experience many things, and I will hit rock bottom again and again. Again and again I will suffer; again and again I will get back on my feet."