I want to believe that a special place, my special place, is a state of mind. I love the desert, when I think about it I can feel the sun and imagine the heat on my skin. I remember the comfort of the dry heat like an oven and the smell that rises from the earth as it begins to rain. Sunsets color the sky with reds and yellows and orange.
I haven't lived in Arizona since 2008 but I carry this with me, my special place. When I am hurting, or stressed, or scared, I can find comfort in the physical memories of those images.
As I get ready to embark on a hard journey I take comfort in the smell before it rains.