as is the caseas soon as the sun dips in this southwestern abandon of desert so does cold air flare and flush ... at least a twenty-degree drop this time of year : late august ... so his feet are rudely iced and shivering , frank wakens from his reveries , an awakening which is like lazarus rising from the deadhis limbs he has to shake and slap against his sides , then together ... his heart he has to punch to get going , kicks-out a shrill of warmth ... he slaps at the waves and splashes the harsh brine over his week old stubblethe bottle of wine he bought , he picks up : still full .