I fell in love with the desert in 1997. Friends of mine were living in Tucson, and Meg and I came down to visit during Spring Break. By the time we left, we had Arizona teaching licenses.....just in case.
I remember Meg and I looking at each other one winter day, and there were no words necessary. We moved to the desert in 1999, and my love for the desert has only grown.
Sunsets are beautiful everywhere, but it's hard to beat a desert sunset. Tucson is in a valley, surrounded by mountains. I love the colors in the mountains as the sun sets. I wish I had a better picture, but my photography skills leave something to be desired. Somehow the colors seem different every time, each sunset painting its own unique picture (channeling my inner Bob Ross here).
I had a moment of grace recently. Standing in my backyard in the light of a full moon, the smell of citrus in the air, I knew it for sure. The desert is now in my skin.