More wind was forecast for Tucson. My morning commute yesterday was windy-er than normal—gusts were coming from down Mexico-way with a rumor of rain. I did not smell the rain in the air but there were thin clouds approaching.
I had a tail wind to die for going home. As soon as I jumped in the bike lane, the wind yanked me up La Cholla like a missile.
With this kind of wind coming from the direction it did, I know something is up. It means that storms in the ocean off the coast of Mexico are flexing their continental might. Things are changing and the Earth and the Sun and all that spinning out in space means the rains will come.
I wish these forces could somehow become embedded in my body—I would be a bad ass.