(Reno, NV) Approaching record high temperatures – 100 degrees today, 105 tomorrow – but it still doesn’t feel as uncomfortable as 90 degrees in Minnesota (that whole “dry heat” thing). The sky is brilliant blue, like glass. Everything’s a little too bright, like a forced smile kept too long. The cracks are beginning to show. But turn to a vacant lot, unwatered, unloved, and the scrub grasses look comfortable, well-adjusted, not trying to be something they’re not.