More Thoughts on the Nature of the Desert

The gray sky carries in a bit of rain landing sideways on my arms. The timid wind combs my hair, cars roll by slowly and soldiers sleepily trudge to the bathrooms and brush their dusty teeth. During these rare, cool hours, the desert doesn't seem so formidable or impassible, but rather reigned in and tamed by a few drops of water. Escaping the concrete walls of the base for the open desert, just to see vacant land stretch into the distance, seems perfectly sane and senseless at the same time.