Arizona air opens your lungs in a way you don’t know
is possible when all you’ve known is East of
the Mississippi. The lack of humidity - of
trees and rain dominating the atmosphere - sends
you into a dizzy spell - an oxygen high your body can’t
comprehend - and you don’t care that your lips
are chapped - that your nose is bleeding - you don’t care
about the overbearing heat because at least you’re not
swimming in it - because at least Arizona air doesn’t
stick to your skin like cling wrap to itself.
About the Creator
A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi6 days ago in Fiction
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