Right smack in the city, a university town at that, much of the
first line of vision looked like any town in the U.S. Other senses
were not so easily fooled. Dry air on the skin, baked sand under foot, and for
me, something only describable as an inner connection to the land. Of course, I
knew full well I was in the desert. Even in the dark I could make out cacti and
other arid plants sparsely populating the increasing concrete filled landscape.
Desert, ah the desert.
Spending time in the desert works on me psychosomatically. I did
not lament heading out in the 40 degree morning for an early run as I had for
the last month or so in Atlanta. Upon my return I walked around soaking wet
from the perspiration and didn't tell myself I would surly freeze to death. Yet,
another fabulous quality of desert life is I seem to ignore physical and psychological
concerns of elsewhere in the world.
Afterwards a very fast run in flat lands of Tempe, I cleaned
up and joined the group. That morning we delightful in a tour of Frank Lloyd
Wright’s Taliesin West. If you are interested in organic architecture or
Wright's work, this place is certainly worth a visit.
Love the landscape. Run.
Tom
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