Oh holy cactus, your lights are brightly shining.
The coyotes are howling tonight.
This is one of the perks of being in the mountains of Cave Creek; coyote howls are one of the desert lullabies when you try to fall asleep.
Starting the 22nd of September, I will constantly wear boots, scarves and maybe even cardigans.
I might die due to a heat stroke, but I don’t care.
That’s cool and stuff.
I wouldn’t complain so much about the 100+ weather if the wind was cool instead of being pipping hot.
I swear to God I’m moving to Boston.
I’m not emotionally prepared for this heat.
Saving drowning lizards from pools since ‘98.
This Arizona bipolar weather.
