nika rebekah

strange to fly over so much earth dusted with white, northern arizona to seattle so snowy. it is those picturesque birds-eye views that serve as a reminder of the mildness of late march in eugene. though it does still manage to feel oppressive in its wetness and sky-lessness, especially after a brief return to the familiar vastness of a brilliant blue sky, framed at the edges by mountains and quaint saguaros. i do wonder what place will ever feel so much of home as the catalina mountains, of dirt, of rock, of cholla & ocotillo.