🌾🌾🌾 A few weeks ago, on a hillside filled with grasshoppers and sagebrush, yellow grass and brittle plants that crunched as we walked among them, Will and I watched the sun set behind the Cascades. Just before it disappeared behind all the granite, we climbed the ridge and watched what felt like the entire world (really just some mountains, a few of them snow-capped, and the rolling hills of the Methow Valley that fall in their shadows) and sky turn dusty pink and lilac, change from blue cotton candy to a fresh bruise. Eventually it got so dark we couldn't see, but it didn't matter because we were on fire. I like living by the water; I need humidity. But after a damp, temperate spring spent sheltering in place, the feeling of warm dry wind on my skin was basically an erotic experience.