Desert Flower

    

The desert hides. The desert reveals. Its winds are a blow dryer through the furnace, there is no respite, only a relentless questioning of every damn decision you make. Not even the shade offers cover from the omnipotent sun. It causes you to look for signs in everything. You are exposed in zero humidity.

There is something about the creatives here. Resilient yet fragile. As vibrant as the sun and as turbulent as the monsoons. Flowers that bloom where none should. They withstand the harshest and when it's over they become mythical, engraved into the stories of the sand. Names etched on the sun bleached sidewalks and immortalized in murals.