Warm sun on my face
Desert breeze whisking my skin
Southwestern summer
The desert knows no seasons
For it is its own master
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Dom DiFrancesco 
Superbe, vraiment
Thank you so much. 🙂
That’s for sure!!
I’m certain you can sympathize. 🙂
Sounds like a beautiful spot to be in.
This time of year it is, but the heat will soon be with us…wait it was 100 degrees a day last week. 🙂
Ouch. We just got into the 70’s here, but it’s the time of year where it leaps from 50’s to 70’s in the span of a day.
I do kind of miss that, but you will have humidity hitting you pretty soon and that I don’t miss. We have a “dry heat” here and it really does make a difference.
Don’t remind me. That’s when the thunderstorms roll in.
What lovely words – they warmed my soul and took me back to my youth in the southwest. Thanks for this trip down memory lane.
The pleasure is all mine. It is a wonderful place indeed.
Very well done! “For it is its own master” defines the desert so well.
I think so, it is an absolutely fascinating place to live.