See, another landscape.
As I’ve mentioned before, this area doesn’t get the type of lush vegetation you see in the northern parts of the country. Although it’s hardly a desert, the trees are shrunken and mostly pine, palms and cactus. But, at the end of that rose brick road stands a house with a garden that early in the morning reminds of hazy shades along the Nile. Whenever I pass – normally every day – I can’t help but stand and dream.
I hope there’s no-one inside looking out at me.