Desert Oracle Radio, the voice of the desert.

Night has fallen on the desert.

Summer solstice has passed, and here we are in the second half of the year, just like that.

And the beautiful but cruel Mojave, these next three months are the tough ones.

I don't need to tell you that.

You get used to it after a decade or two if you don't give up and die first.

But the seasons do have their various advantages, and in the high desert, the summer nights at least are usually pleasant, good for having people over, grill some

steaks, speak freely, drink in hand, beneath the sky of stars.

And keep an eye out for those enchanting golden lights,

the ones that have appeared in our high desert skies on recent nights.

Not flares, not planes, not fireworks, but soft golden orbs.

Several seen playing over the mountain ridge between Yucca Valley and Pioneer Town, I've seen him myself.

There was another pretty one over the northwest corner of the National Park.

I saw that one, too.

I was walking out to shut the gate for the night, and there it was, right in front of me,

a golden ball of light, and then it arched gracefully over maybe five degrees of sky.

Toward the sun, west, not east.

Then it faded out to nothing.

I don't know what they are.

Exactly.

But people living around mountains and marshes

and other natural places have been reporting such things for centuries.

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