They say that people live a mere 100 miles away

From where they grew up.

I can hardly understand it.

We summer in the midwest

We winter in Mexico

Without fail

You haven’t lived until you’ve seen

The flashes in between of green and blue

And the rainbow of beige in the desert

A flicker of orange and black at the edges of your visions.

The only way to live.

The only way to call home.