Even those yucky yucca plants are sweating today. Even those cool desert cats in their shadowy burrows—what’s the word?—perspire. Today, I say, the prairie dogs plunge, the red ants blister, the javelinas hovel, and the tourists eat bagels outside the café under misters or in the gift shop where everything shines but nothing glistens.
Writing
Diary of a Changing Man
August 25th, 2014
Eggs.
26th
Cereal.
27th
Huevos rancheros and grape juice.
Neptune’s Bar
“Well, we climbed the mountain.”
“Well, we did.”
Roland and Mick look out over the purple-hazed peaks to ensure that they indeed stand on the highest in sight.
“Well, that’s good.”
“Yup.”
