Nearly every evening around dusk ominous clouds like the ones above dramatically appear on the eastern horizon and slowly yet noticeably sweep into the metro Phoenix area. They bring heavy winds that suck up the dust that lays across the Sonoran desert and the sky fills with a brown curtain of dirt that masks the clouds. Visibility dramatically decreases and rush hour becomes filled with adventure as drivers try to make it home before the storm descends. The storms are violent and short, but bring much-needed rain to our parched desert. This is the only real weather that central Arizonans see during the year so we avidly watch the skies and the dew point waiting for the black clouds and the right percentage that signal monsoon season.
Perhaps the monsoon is providing me all the drama and plot I need for I haven’t read much lately and the only book I’ve finished this month is Frances & Bernard. I didn’t even finish the book club book for the month – I always feel so negligent when that happens. I’ve started quite a few books, but not much has captivated me. I am almost finished with Brideshead Revisited which I have truly enjoyed and yesterday I picked up Westwood by Stella Gibbons and find it enchanting so hope is not lost. I believe I’m just extra picky this month. I want books that are meditative with descriptive writing and subdued humor and nothing else will do.
Does the weather affect your reading habits and tastes?