Rowan's Round of Days

When I lived in Portland OR, every winter I had these really elaborate fantasies of moving to the southwest. Involving dust and becoming sun-baked like an old shoe and staring at cacti and I am not sure what else. I almost convinced myself it was some kind of past life thing (not seasonal affective trying to sort itself). But then I do now live in a place where 120F is a normal temperature, parts of the year!