I took these pictures as I left work this afternoon. No, the sky isn't gray, it's brown. Notice the flags at the bank. I had the windows down a little bit while I was in work to cool off the car. There is a fine layer of sand over every surface of my car. My teeth crunch when I close my mouth, my contacts feel like I have shaken salt over them, and my throat feels like I've been eating dirt. So why do I love living here so much?
