Blazing Cool

On top of a hill overlooking a reservoir, warm in the bright sun, with cool water at the bottom of the canyon.  Not a sound to be heard except the wind.  I could get used to spending more time in a place like this.

There's such a feel of freshness in the clean dry air, a freshness that you only get after a thunderstorm in the Midwest.  Then the air returns to humid and smothering.  There's a closed-in feeling to summer in the Midwest, whereas the west's high and dry atmosphere feels expansive and invigorating.

Maybe it's all in my mind.  But probably not.