Past the Mohave Desert, we enter Arizona. Myself and I, on the road again. The heat does not yield, even in my air conditioned car, the Sun goes on blistering away... and I try not to linger too long on the thought of how it would be to be stuck out on these highways with endless miles of desert ahead and behind me.
The two towns I stop in along the way are Fountain Hills and Sedona.
To visit my cousin and nephew for a few days before driving north to visit an old friend. I sit and write this in her house, the weather in Sedona more forgiving than the sauna hot roads of Fountain Hills.
But what a journey. While I was visiting my cousin, she takes me to a small lake surrounded by red canyons and cactus. The water was as warm as anything I've ever experienced. And swimming on my back, I watched the sun set over the red rocks of Arizona. Bats fly across the lake, along with nightingale and falcons.
Deep bliss is this, in the stillness of these deserts.