what a storm
After a hot dry Khamsin day, the wind is picking up like crazy, howling around my home and blowing ultra-fine dust into and onto everything and i can hear the sea waves going wild.
It's cooler now, but while writing this, my computer-screen is becoming fuzzy due to the dust quickly settling onto it.
All kinds of things are away carried by the wind, dancing wildly until they get stuck on an electricity cable or some such, including my neighbour's freshly washed, bone dry but oh so dusty dress which just passed beside my window.
Update: not my neighbour's dress, it was mine, my lovely black silk designer dress. (Yeah me, the unfashionable one, i actually had one decent piece of clothing to be used for special occasions).
It's cooler now, but while writing this, my computer-screen is becoming fuzzy due to the dust quickly settling onto it.
All kinds of things are away carried by the wind, dancing wildly until they get stuck on an electricity cable or some such, including my neighbour's freshly washed, bone dry but oh so dusty dress which just passed beside my window.
Update: not my neighbour's dress, it was mine, my lovely black silk designer dress. (Yeah me, the unfashionable one, i actually had one decent piece of clothing to be used for special occasions).
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