The desert
The desert is really impressing! Under airplane's wing - the very sea of sands somewhere between Baghdad and Tegheran. It's not moving but constantly changing the colour - from rich yellow to snow white with dark stripes. The sands from the bird's eye makes the impossible , which likes or roads, or rivers!
Time from time the sand became the sky and no-end sea overflowed from horizont line, where in the gleams of setting sun takes a red colour. The sparks of this colour can be see down here and fro - the twinkles of small towns, maybe just oasises. And there, at the horizon - templs and skyscrapers, coasts and creeks...
The narrow highway string between barkhans lead to the huge cloud like the ship fought in storm. You can use the hand - and you can take the fresh of water and light of the storm. I`d like to have it in my bag - and make a gift to friends in Moscow.
My breath is stopping...once upon a time, I writes that my life is neverended road, continious journey from 'there' to 'far far away'. Well. it was not so bad part of journey today!
Time from time the sand became the sky and no-end sea overflowed from horizont line, where in the gleams of setting sun takes a red colour. The sparks of this colour can be see down here and fro - the twinkles of small towns, maybe just oasises. And there, at the horizon - templs and skyscrapers, coasts and creeks...
The narrow highway string between barkhans lead to the huge cloud like the ship fought in storm. You can use the hand - and you can take the fresh of water and light of the storm. I`d like to have it in my bag - and make a gift to friends in Moscow.
My breath is stopping...once upon a time, I writes that my life is neverended road, continious journey from 'there' to 'far far away'. Well. it was not so bad part of journey today!
