Also, Petals Open to the Moon had lived in Seattle all her life, and the unbroken streak of blue skies and blistering heat was as bewildering—almost numbing—to my system as the dark press of heavy overcast skies would have been to any of these desert dwellers. The clouds were exciting, a change from the bland, featureless pale blue. They had depth and movement. They made pictures in the sky.
Excuse me?!?!? Seattle has tons of sunshine, and more cloud movement then you'll ever see in a desert. This author doesn't know what she's talking about.
