another weekend leaves me in the throws of monday, already a foot in the door. it went by too quickly as i spent the better part of the weekend in tucson. the drive wasn't as long as i had anticipated, and a little more plain than i had imagined. other than an ostrich farm, the terrain wasn't any different than my morning drive to work. tucson had a small town feel which i hadn't really felt since driving through the farmlands of petaluma. things weren't as fast there, there were no overpasses and there were pine trees dotting the medians. the elevation is higher and i suppose that's a little more like i had imagined northern arizona, rather than southern. there were similarities, signs in spanish, the same golden-orange, pink and purple sunset across the horizon and the warm evening air that doesn't shock your senses. it has the same delicate appeal that i've come to know in my new home. tucson, amid it's slower pace, also wasn't trying to kid anyone about where it was. it was in the desert and it boasted that fact with rocky orange landscapes with cactus gardens instead of the green lawns and flowerbeds. tucson was different than scottsdale- it wasn't trying desperately to be california.