This is the view

from my pool. You can see the planes flying by. Some high and traveling farther west. Some low and landing. I missed my first Haboob. That’s what they call dust storms here that come from the mountains like a giant starving mouth. I guess it happened farther east than I am. I’ll see one eventually, I’m sure. It’s still hot. 111 today. My pool feels like a bath and only last night when the shade from the buildings put its hand over the water did I feel comfortably wet. I thought “I feel warm and blanketed and damn do I miss being touched”