The lowest point should be an ocean. It could call itself a lake, at the very least, if it lived anywhere else on earth. But not in the desert, where the sun routinely obliterates even the smallest drops of water. Eventually, the rain seeks revenge. Water overwhelms and destroys. And even after the flash floods subside, salty puddles are left behind, puddles that reflect the setting sun as it cowers beyond the mountains in a rare moment of defeat.