Desert summer

As the last breath of spring dies upon prevailing winds-- when blue skies bleed to copper hills below the blue Sierras--

each day is baked by summer sun; each day glows hotter than the next.

We scurry into air-cooled rooms await the desert sun to set the sun goes down, heat dissipates the earth cools at our feet--

each day is baked by summer sun; each day …