The Joshua tree was named by Mormons in the 1850s, who thought they saw their prophet pointing to the promised land.
“Virga” is the name for precipitation that does not reach the ground. It hangs across the desert like a torn curtain.
I did not enjoy the mountaintop.
Last night I covered my office with maps.
Here I am at last, living in the landscape I’ve craved since the first time I drove across the country.
The desert silence baffles my Midwestern mind.
A place where only the occasional shredded tire or dilapidated cabin would interrupt my fantasy that I’m driving on another planet.
It’s becoming a nightly habit: scrolling through desert scenery while fantasizing about horizons, speed, and possibilities.
