It takes time to truly arrive in another place. .. more than the hours to simply drive or fly there.
The brain, mine anyway, balks at the speed of modern transportation. It has some wanderings, side trips and rest stops to visit before it calls itself fully arrived.
Until that happens, I go through the motions of unpacking, moving in and hanging out the “I’m here” sign.
Ten days after reaching Arizona, I’m now seeing the cholla, mesquite and saguaro cactus in real time.
There were eight havelinas slurping around our garbage tonight.
There were eight havelinas slurping around our garbage tonight.
We removed a six foot snake skin from our back fountain. The next door neighbor said he saw a bull snake on our wall in August -- about that same size.
The mountains are stark and beautiful, especially in late afternoon when the shadows of the rumpled pillow clouds lay a deep blue on them.
Fruits and vegetables are fresh and fully ripened - and cheap. Their colors match the shades you see in photo set-ups in food magazines.
The sound of Spanish is everywhere.
It’s warm.
It’s good to be here.
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