Dear Tim —
So I’m here in Las Vegas for the next semester. The sun is out again. And again and again and again. The sky goes up forever. No clouds to corral it. No trees overhanging the view. Just blue sky blue sky blue sky.
I get the feeling that if I don’t tie my laces tight, I could lift off by mistake, float right up and out of my shoes.
It’s flat. Perfect for bike riding, except for the 100+ degree days and the lack of bike paths. And don’t ride on the streets! By the time you get to the suburbs, the traffic lights have petered out. So the 4-lane boulevards intersect at 4-way stop signs. It’s boggling.
There’s not much of nature left here — front yards are landscaped in rocks and pebbles. And cacti, which is some kind of nature.
Or worse, Astroturf. Old, bleached, wrinkly Astroturf.
I saw a couple rosebushes. They were gasping.
Remember all my complaints about fall in the Rockies? How I missed the maples’ reds and oranges? How the aspens turned brilliant yellow, but I couldn’t agree with the locals that a bunch of yellow trees was “Fall Colors”?
What did I know. Will I even be able to tell when summer begins winding down?
The geese won’t be flying over. The palm trees won’t be losing their leaves. There won’t be any squirrels getting more frantic every day.
They say I will know it’s winter when the yards fill up with inflatable snowmen.
Oooh! I say. I can’t wait!
…but I’m lying
cayugaview 