(Reno, NV) – The high desert is deceiving. Its sun is hot on the surface, but cold the instant it’s gone. Its sky is wide open, but it feels cut off, isolating, like a glass dome, or a matte painting you can never quite reach.

As we take off there is so much smog and dust and haze in the air that there is no clear line between earth and sky. Most of our flight is over a blinding deck of clouds – too bright to see much of anything. When we break through on our descent, the brown haze is still there, thickening almost into black in spots.

But none of that matters. I’m home again.