Oasis

Like the deserts miss the rain.

I miss the desert. Reading The Alchemist over the weekend only brought back vivid memories of the desert; Of wandering the desert by the light of a full moon, of esacaping the scorching sun in the shade of a tiny oasis, of washing up with fresh spring water, of the unforgiving winds, whose names are full of character. To see a world in a grain of sand.