A Desert Walk
Contrary to the impression many people have of the desert as dun-colored emptiness, unchanging beneath a relentless sun, what I have discovered on my hikes is a landscape as varied, and as beautiful, as any on the planet. It is a landscape of wide skies and insanely painted sunsets.
Of flat basins, encircled by serrated mountains that can appear blue or golden, depending on the light. Of life brought forth by scant hours of raindrops, but sometimes likely to last, as are the saguaros, for centuries. In May, when daytime highs begin to climb back to 100 degrees, the desert awaits the life-nourishing rains and those saguaros, I realize, are raising their arms not in quavering fear but in welcome salute.