in overdrive to balance

Evidently my mind is in overdrive today.
Until I find a new medium or sense of balance.
I write.
This actually started months ago (2008 has been quite a year). I continually tortured someone with my writing. I showed mercy and relieved him (and his mail box) of my ramblings.
As I will here too—eventually.

Someone recently got me thinking on how to describe where I am, the desert.
The sense and feeling of place.
The air and light here are hard to define.
Clear, full, large.
During a hot day the air takes on a silver sheen, glazing your vision.
In the evenings there is a (very) short time when the light turns gold.
It tips the leaves and mountains in glowing liquid light.
The air hums with color.

Glow
gently and softly
quiet light touches every edge
as the music swells

I will revisit this some other time.