The desert wind isn't like my fickle friend,the summer wind. The desert wind can piss you off, ruin a day or . . . . it can make you imagine where it would take you if you floated away in it. No escapism intended here, just some bacardi-induced fantasizing twinged with a dash of departing jets. Maybe it's just a latent backpacker-thru-Europe thing or spending a little too much time digesting some rail/tour packages knowing full well I'm a camp-at-home kinda guy. But images of traveling through space trigger thoughts and that awareness thing is like an industrial strength tampon for absorbing it before thinking about it. Great minds pull that rope or maybe it's great mimes. I sought and I found.