Wandered down to Southern AZ for a long weekend… some photos here.
On my last night there, I used a cigarette as an excuse to go outside. I sat there naked on a brick patio in the middle of the desert, the cool night air flowing through me. Past the silhouettes of saguaros and ocotillo, the lights of Tucson twinkled below, just far enough away for comfort. The desert is where I belong, and sooner or later, I’ll find myself there again.