[Red Boots]

I went to the U of A in the 80’s, and I'll never forget my first monsoon season. I watched hail bouncing up off the grass, and the lightining and the torrents of rain. And afterwords; the sweetly humid air, fresh with the smell of creosote, and chalky smell of clay soil, the washes running brown, the suarguos and other plants just soaking it up and swelling with water and happiness. And above it all, the buzz of the cicadas.

I loved it immediately, and I still look forward to it very summer, even though I live a bit further north, and it's not as intense. When we have our first week of hot weather, I look eagerly forward to the shift of winds. When they start blowing from the south, I know it's near.

[discostu]

And that 30 degree drop. Yeah there’s nothing like desert storms. I know a few people that were here for 1 storm and decided to stay. Saw a stack forming in the SE on the way back from the gym, might have some action today.