Palm trees grow in the medians all the way down Bell Road, out past the 303 toward the White Tanks. Their glossy fronds look wet in the sunshine, even when there has been no rain for weeks.
I hadn’t realized how much palms signified “home” to me until we moved to Colorado. Every time we came back to the Valley, my eyes would seek out the towering sentinels. The funny thing is that I’ve never lived in a home that actually had a palm tree.
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