It’s not the rain, or the greenness.  It’s not the produce or the difference in sites and stores; It’s the sound of seagulls that most reminds me that I’m not in New Mexico any more.  Every once in a while, I’ll hear a flock of seagulls and just feel from head to toe away from the desert.  For all the rain and bounty of the summer, we never heard seagulls.