Thursday, 7 June 2007
At the Hundar Desert...
Looking out at the barren expanse of soft, sandy dunes, I feel at peace in the wilderness.
The quiet rings in my ears and the cool grains of sand between my fingers feel smooth and wonderfully fluid.
The desert holds good memories for me. Memories of a time gone by, a childhood long past. Of starry skies and laughter running through the air.
The sands and my memories fly by.
Whoever said there can't be beauty in barrenness.
Or that you can't find peace in the wild.