When I was a teenager, I spent a lot of time driving around El Paso in my friend Bianca’s Corolla. We were in her car because I didn’t have one, and she was driving because I didn’t yet know how. We did standard Texas teenager things, like spend a weird amount of time in the Sonic parking lot. On the weekends, Bianca drove us outside the city, where the streets gave way to desert, and we’d park and wait for friends with cars more terrain-friendly than hers to pick us up and drive us over the dunes until we found the bonfire everyone was gathered around. I remember how at night the sand looked almost like water, and I remember how distinctly young I felt…