Eleven below last night, twelve above today, in spite of a bright sun spending a lot of time in the sky. Walking very unpleasant. Temperature, once again, diving into uncharted depths tonight.

But, finally a patch of green grass!?

No, just Astro-turf swept clear by polar blasts.

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From Ann Zwinger:

Looking out over the pure sweep of seamless desert, I am surprised to realize that the easy landscapes stifle me — closed walls of forests, ceilings of boughs, neat-trimmed lawns, and ruffled curtains of trees hide the soft horizons. I prefer the absences and the big empties, where the wind ricochets from sand grain to mountain. I prefer the crystalline dryness and an unadulterated sky strewn from horizon to horizon with stars. I prefer the raw edges and the unfinished hems of the desert landscape.

Desert is where I want to be when there are no more questions to ask.