Home from Home

We are just back from a visit to my hometown, a place on the Mexican border called Bisbee. I was born there, in the living room of a house my parents built, almost exactly thirty-one years ago (my birthday is Wednesday). Returning to Bisbee is always a mix of emotions and memories for me.

Some things I remembered: Stars are so bright that starring at them makes one dizzy. The air is so dry it makes the nasal passages burn. Line-dried clothes smell like nirvana. At night the canyon echos with semi truck brakes and dog howls. The morning light arrives suddenly, as though a light switch was flipped on.

 And just want to say: Happy New Years. Thanks for following me and my rambles! This blog is going into it's sixth year. That's wild, isn't it?