Late in a desert evening, as the sun sinks behind the hills, the palo verdes turn from green to gold in the low light. A cool breeze sweeps across the desert floor.
Looking toward Arthur's Hill in the foothills along the Tortolita Mountains, splotches of sunlight fade against the rocks. Ridges and shadows define the linear saguaros. The cart paths are deserted and the golfers are gone. The desert returns for the night.
Copyright 2011
Wanda Hayes Eichler
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