Ran north on 93 this evening through the Joshua trees out past Dolan Springs. That stretch does not look like much from a car doing seventy, but at the speed I was going you start to notice that no two of those trees have agreed on anything. Every one of them is holding its arms out in a different direction like it just remembered something. Pulled off at a wide spot and stood there a while with the light coming down off the Cerbats behind me. Cooler than it has been all summer. First evening in months I did not have to wait for the sun to quit before going out.