Sullen clouds gathering over the mountains. A walk at twilight. A restless current in the air. The dogs won't settle down -- Jake races straight at me, skirting a head-on collision by about an inch.
One of the clearest memories from my childhood: summer afternoons driving through rural New Mexico on the way to California, evening squalls, air swollen with rain and the scent of sage. Sometimes I think those memories led me here.
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