Every morning we walk our dog and there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t marvel at what surrounds and encompasses that time. As we walk out we look up to the hills of our desert, offset by the often swaying palm trees, and the clearest of blue skies. Higher up the hill we look out at a mountain range climbing some 8,000 feet, rugged and rocky, and often the sun just graces it with hues of purest palest pink which turns brighter with each minute. In the evening, it is the setting sun which seems to make each palm frond glisten with its own seemingly spiritual light. There may be a time when I will be leaving here, but these scenes will forever provide solace and comfort and an appreciation for an unusually beautiful place.