— unpredictable thoughts

It has become a sci­ence fic­tion dream to me. I can­not say I ever thought I would see and feel these tem­per­a­tures. These tem­per­a­tures are those of my vis­its to the desert and hik­ing the canyons of New Mex­ico. I imag­ine the scrub bushes and the dry runoff streams. I taste the red dust on my lips. Then I am jolted back to real­ity. My sense of place is askew. Our planet is so con­fused. It’s 104°.