arizona Christmas

It was 75 degrees today...and I felt cold.  I don't remember my days in Utah, D.C. or Colorado - universes away from my present.  I once despised the desert, longed for anywhere but.  Then I spent a summer in Japan.  My breath was stolen by the sheer  green of the place, the crazy angles of mountain on mountain.   But I missed the flat brown and red rock  in a way that felt like hunger.  I'm Arizona.  Who would have guessed. 

Comments

[Megan]

It's seven a.m. here and 4 degrees outside. I miss Arizona.

[Kelly's Dad]

Amy! I still miss Arizona . . . especially in the winter when our river is solid, the tires are frozen to the driveway . . . and the stupid deer are eating my baby pine trees, crab apple trees and aspen trees. Come to Montana and visit (it's great in the summer!).

[Mandy]

I would really like to see Arizona at Christmas but I will always need snow for Christmas to feel right for me. I guess I'm Montana. :)

[Kelly]

I am having trouble posting for some reason!

Hey, my dad posted!

I miss Arizona in February when I am sure the gray will never end. I miss my Arizona people all the time. Most of the time, though, I really do like my amphibian existence here.

[Amy]

I would love to visit Montana in the summer (so glad you posted, Kel's dad!). I would love to become an amphibian in July or whenever that insane rose festival blooms in Portland. And I'd love to avoid a white Christmas. 4 degrees. Brrr.

[Price Cream Parlor]

There is a certain beauty to the Arizona desert! This time of year there is just awesome!
Kel, you don't enjoy your webbed feet yet?

[Kelly]

I do enjoy my webbed feet, as well as my gills. Today my eyes hurt because there was this strange glowing yellow orb in the sky -- in December! Freaky!