This morning, taking the trash out, that feeling hit me. It's the way it feels in Zion to crawl out of your tent in the morning and it's cool and fresh and you know the day is going to warm up and be hot and dry by the afternoon. This is, obviously, confusing my body, because I know that it's not going to 80 degrees and dry and sunny here in Somerville this afternoon. But that morning feeling is a good one; it's all green and bright. I find myself wishing I could spend a week in Zion, walking into the canyon, or up on the rim, and just being out in the desert. It's been a long, long time since I spent recreational time in the desert, and I suddenly miss it.
Since I'm in Massachusetts, though, I think I'll have to settle for getting my tomato seedlings started this week.
