April feels like

...a turning point here in Arizona.

The winds arrive first in March. They rattle the trees, carry dust across the roads, and remind us the desert is shifting seasons again. Summer is on the horizon, whether we’re ready or not. I'm not talking about Phoenix, I'm talking about elevations above 4,000 feet where April has its own kind of beauty—cool mornings, bright skies, and that brief pause before the heat settles in.

After being sick earlier this spring, I’ve been especially aware of how good it feels to be back to normal routines again. Health has a way of sharpening gratitude. Even ordinary days start to feel like gifts.

This time of year also feels like a season of waiting. Waiting to see if the monsoons return. Waiting to see what projects begin to take shape. Waiting to see what stories are ready to be finished next.

I’ve had to set a few writing plans aside recently, but they’re not gone—they’re just waiting their turn. The goal is still the same: keep moving forward, one page at a time.

Spring in the desert teaches patience. Things don’t always look alive right away, but they are.

I'm way behind in my writing projects, but they'll grow when it's time.

Here’s hoping for strong monsoons this summer. 🌧️ And steady progress until they arrive. ✍️

High Desert Elevations