The sun, the wind, the dust: the moment I knew there existed the possibility that my husband and I would move to the desert, I began to visualize myself as one of those women with beautiful brown wrinkled desert faces.  Quite quickly reality set in and I was forced to concede that my face is too round to achieve the chiseled effect which makes such faces alluring.  I pouted then pondered the benefits of being ordinary in appearance.  I could think of none other than, the way my husband looks at me, with such devotion that I would not want to look like anyone other than me.