
I was dreading the "dry heat" of Vegas summer, but we've been blessed with cooler temperatures because of the rains. Rainy summer evenings are one thing I do miss about this place. The smell of the damp desert earth rising with the heat reminds me of my childhood summers. The sound of cicadas with their constant humming strikes a chord with me, like some comforting sound therapy.
A barefoot walk in the grass after the rain helps me to ground myself in this place that I used to call home. My ankles itch from the tall blades.
After lots of prayer and negotiation, I have finally managed to get my mama and both of my brothers together in one place for the first time in four years. (It's a long story.) I am in quiet disbelief as we sit piled onto my mama's bed browsing through old black and white family photos from Poland. I want to jump and cheer for this momentous gathering, but I don't want to break the peace of the moment or disrupt whatever delicate miracle is keeping us all here. So instead I smile to myself and give thanks for rainy Vegas summer nights.
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