The Diary of Joaquín Magón Entry 21
Coachella En El Corazón: Reflections on A Home Town
I am back home in the Coachella Valley. I drove last night through a California wet with rain, lettuce fields with mud, cows, the huge towering lights of Los Angeles, and the quiet darkness of empty space between Beaumont and home.
In the morning the sun rose and colored the snow-capped mountains purple, blue, white, brown; and the wind kicked up the smells of the land that has seen me grow.
I sip coffee and look at the Christmas paper and bows my mother has set out on the table and remember how so many things have changed in this valley, and how the things that stay the same bear the burden of holding a memory that transport us back in time — aging palm trees, colorful streets, and handmade tortillas; memories and reflections run through my mind like neglected photographs covered in dust.
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