Post #3: Red Dirt

Trudging through the city park, I could see the fine, red dirt forming a fine dust on my sneakers... the very sneakers that I took the pains to wash of our red Arizona desert dust from vacation. Brasilia's dirt is a dense, red clay that peeks out of the grass and between the cracks on sidewalks. My sneakers are covered in it. The contrast with the open, blue skies is kind of beautiful. And, oddly enough, it reminds me of Wyoming too, which makes me feel like I might learn to call Brasilia home too.