“Have you ever been in a summer storm in the desert, Zach?” “Yeah,” I said. “They just come up on you—the wind and the thunder and the lightning and the rain begins to pound. And you think that the world is going to end. It’s this overwhelming apocalyptic moment. And then, just like that, it’s over. And the world is calm again. And the air smells clean and new. And smelling it, you want to be alive again.” “Yeah, it’s like that,” I said. “That’s how I feel, Zach. Like the desert after a storm.”
