Living in the desert is harsh. When it tops 106 degrees it is insane. Your body goes into primitive survival mode – no advanced thinking, weighted limbs prohibiting motion – an energy-conserving lethargy. No hunger but extra drinking water must be nearby. This has been and continues to be a long stretch. Essential chores occur before 6 AM, while most endeavors come to a complete standstill. One registers gratitude for the slightest breeze even when it blows hot. Even the birds hunker down in the haze. Stillness is enormous and the rawness is sacred.