the sun is sinking into pearly haze, casting a pink-hued glow, glinting off skyscraper windows. the sky is the palest possible blue, just enough color to offset the rising moon, round and full next to the rising spire of the Burj Dubai and the leafy fronds of green palms. the dusty, hot air blurs the edges of my vision, softening the lines of my frustration at the traffic that slows my way home.
The humidity rises as darkness falls, enveloping my skin, soaking in slowly as I step out onto my balcony.
the city breathes around me.
traffic hums, truck brakes sigh; lights flow, pulse, twinkle, shine - pushing back the empty blackness of the desert, though i know it's there, breathing its own deep rhythm.
dubai is far from perfect, but as I look over at my favorite mosque, steady despite the changes whirling around it, i smile.
it's good to be back.
