scant

this morning it smelled very much like it wanted to rain ...this evening, it was back. no rain. just the smell of the desert anticipation. and there was a lightning storm off to the east... but not a bit of wind. i don't think it will come this far ...sadly. the smell did though. that's not nothing. i love the wet smell, like the air is fresh... in a soft way that's so different from the sharper freshness of mountain air... and something in the desert makes it so sweet. i swear. sweet, and cool, like passing a golf course on a summer night.

...but perhaps much of that is just that here it's so, so rare. do we appreciate the rare or the beautiful? ...yeah, that must be it.