Arizona is not a hasty lover. It takes you in slowly, and listens to see if you are in a hurry, and will pass her by. She does not put her best foot forward, but waits, patiently, to see if you will take your time, to wait, to see, if you will listen as she slowly, carefully, unfolds one secret at a time, enveloping you in love and understanding that is found in Solitude with Dogs on the edge of a lake, in the middle of the desert, at the edge of the world. Here. Lookit. This is who I am, says she, then wraps you up in dust and mirrors, showing you what Love looks like when it’s given for free.