One saguaro against the glow of the lost sun makes my walk up the hill into a picture perfect evening. A quirk of the camera adds a rose pink glimmer to this night sky.
Here in the Tortolita foothills near Tucson the evenings are much cooler than daytime. As the sun sets, a cool breeze begins its nightly shuffle across the desert. Doves call softly to each other in the low shrubs. A train whistle sounds from the valley below. City lights sparkle in the distance.
Another desert night begins.
Copyright 2012
Wanda Hayes Eichler
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