Revisiting the desert

I already broke my decision to end this blog. This is Valli's description of the Desert Storm.

" The wail of Berber song flows across the dunes, backed by the thunderous roar of the approaching sand storm which you can see in the background. We were a day into a desert trek in the Moroccan Sahara when we spotted that the sky was darker in one part. Our guide announces, in a voice so calm he might have been ordering tea, that there is a sand storm coming and probably a thunder storm too right after.

We start running but we are running with the storm. The wind fill our hearts like a sail and there is no fear, just sheer exhilaration. The guide begins to sing and suddenly you feel heartwrenching sadness but at the same time and more strongly, the utter, heart thudding joy of being alive. I have never before felt so much a part of this world. Everything is waiting for the storm to hit and the very air was holding its breath.

The throbbing tension before an approaching storm is undescribable with words, but theberber music defines it perfectly."