A cottontail crossed my path today, a fluffy blur from the corner of my eye. Jumping chollas seem to take chase.
The Sonoran desert is yet more alive after unseasonable rainstorms.
Jumbled pillars invite creatures to perch on top. Brilliant blue to twenty shades of gray skies are luminous. After the cloudburst, all is pristine.
Mother quail leads the way for her covey. The greasewood lac wafts through the air and toys with my senses. Saguaros stand taller and smile.
Birdsong is incessant.