Oh, hey, I'm going to India

It's here. The day is here and my Pegasus has his wings spread ready for flight. And my desert is yellow and brown and red and orange with a cup-sized cube made of pencils, balancing a ladder made of paper towel rolls, next to a prickly pear cactus and its red cactus rose on its tip. Here we go; the storm is off in the distance, but its electric lightening is no longer shocking. Well, I think that about sums it up.