I still see the broken glass-like definition of the sun setting behind the Tucson Mountains; the saguaros that look like fingers poking up from the ground casting long shadows at sharp angles.
I look north, south, and east and see snow.
Feel the textural difference between pavement, brick, and concrete vibrating up through the wheels of the roller blades on a 90 degree night.
Still…I hear the evening rain ping off the metal roof that heralds cool relief, and feel humidity the next morning with the scent of creosote.
Bob West arrived in Tucson in 1988 to attend the University of Arizona. He stayed here through medical school and residency returning to Phoenix as an MD. He still dreams of Tucson.