First, let me say that I'm not going to the playa this year and I'm pretty bummed out about it. My wife won't join me and isn't willing to watch our 3+ kids while I make/take the trip for a 4th year in a row. So that's the context.

Every morning now as I come up 40th to go to work, the dust on the road and in the air from the construction is makes me nostalgic for the playa. I can imagine the dust in my lungs and sinus and it makes me want to strip off my clothes and roll around in it. Oh why does the universe torture me so?