There's something about driving up Scottsdale road to Cave Creek at sunset that makes for it's own silent mediation. Except it wasn't silent. Those Low-Down Blues were blazing as the sun hit the boulders in just the right way, past the Horny Toad, past Harold's, into Taffy's dome-shaped house with the labyrinth out back. A gorgeous desert night to help welcome in the spring.
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