The
Jasmine is blooming on the vines that cover the adobe house where we are
staying. When the sun’s rays crest the mountains on the eastern horizon in the
morning, they strike a wall resplendent with the vines, and the perfume that is
released makes me think of the Egyptian scents that I’ve only read about.
Small
breezes pick up the scent and combine with the smells of mesquite and blooming Palo
Verde, and the smell of the desert in the morning is like no other.
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