When I was a young boy in the 1950s we lived in Utah for a while. I was maybe six or seven. We, my friends and I, would go for long walks through the beautiful high plains desert. In the winter the ground would be covered with patches of snow. In the spring the desert flowers would blossom. Sometimes in the distance we could hear big sonic booms as they tested nuclear weapons across the mountains in Nevada.
2024. I'm living in the Philippines now. In the distance I can hear roosters crowing and dogs barking. Different time different world.