So many questions for America...

So, you've spent nine days in the desert, trit-trotting along on your horse, observing the flora, "looking at all the life," as you say. Nine days--and this is your account of what you saw there:

“plants and birds and rocks and things….”

“Things?” Really? Are you three years old?

I guess that kind of descriptive narration should be expected of a guy who can't even think of a name for his goddamn horse.

Also, "the heat was hot and the ground was dry, but the air was full of sound."

Full of sound? Was the sound coming from those "things"?

When the Eagles were in the desert, they could discern the warm smell of colitas rising up through the air (whatever the hell that is)--from a moving car! From you we get, "the air was full of sound."
God bless America.

A Horse With No Name lyrics here.

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