"The first thing you notice about Arizona is that it's hot. Not hot the way you've always imagined hot. Not a sticky, east coast hot, or an iced-tea-and-tall-grass, Middle American hot. It's not even the dusty, charmingly desolate western hot you were expecting when you decided to come out here. It's nothing like that. The air here manages to be heavy without being humid. Arizona hot is the kind of heat that weighs on you; the kind you have to drag around all day, and even when it gets cool at night it's still hot without actually being hot. In fact, it has very little to do with temperature. The heat is more a constant, vaguely malevolent presence than anything else. And of course, it's dry. Even the rain here is dry.
The second thing you notice about Arizona is that it's beautiful. There's something almost poetic about the sparseness of the foliage out here, a haiku-ish minimalism. The general barrenness makes every little flower clinging to the side of the sheer cliff seem more extraordinary. And Arizonian sunsets are arguably the best on earth. They drown the land in monochromatic radiance. Between the rocks and the sky it's nothing but red." -Café de Nowhere
excerpt from a random vignette series i've been working on. nothing to do with my novel, The Fringe. i went to arizona about three years ago.
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