Nature Always Wins
“Nature always wins,” she said.
“I wrote that in my journal yesterday,” I said. “Those exact words.”
This is a place worth getting involved with. There is meaning to life here. Good, bad, beautiful, ugly, all of it. The weather has meaning as well. Water means a tremendous amount, even if the rest of the country doesn’t seem to notice the lack of life’s fluid in the Southwest
June is known for hot and windy not hail and gully-washing downpours, but here it was, for the taking. A thirteen-hour drive complete, fatigue overwhelming me, my soul and every trace of my DNA. And then came this, like a freight train of ice and wind. I had to record it. Had to.
In the grand scheme this was a kiss from a baby. Down south they got baseball size gifts wrapped in seventy mile per hour wind. Nature here likes to remind, and it’s comforting to know your place in the world. Concrete has yet to consume here, and I hope it never does. This place is still wild and we are just visitors.