I went on a scooter ride this evening.
The sun that was so cruel and unforgiving at noon
was setting in the east.
The Arizona sky was a cheery shade of pink,
sprinkled with clouds that teased of rain.
I breathed in the air.
My warm, delicious, evening air
And I thought, "Arizona is beautiful."
And I was thankful,
because I love my home.
And no matter what,
Arizona will always be home.
Even with all the miserable months of heat.
What do you love about your home?