Sunrise Stillness in the Sahara Desert
Sunrise Stillness in the Sahara Desert
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The desert isn’t empty.
It’s full —
of silence,
of wind,
of truths we forget to listen for.
I rode a camel through Morocco’s dunes,
the sand gold under moonlight.
It was quieter than any place I’d ever been.
We reached camp long after the stars had claimed the sky.
I lay in a tent with no roof —
only constellations above,
and soft Berber music in the distance.
Sleep came slowly,
but morning came fast.
At 5:00 a.m., they woke us.
“Sunrise,” someone whispered.
As if the sun needed silence to rise.
I climbed the tallest dune barefoot,
sand cold and soft.
At the top —
nothing.
Then slowly —
light.
Not sudden.
Not dramatic.
Just steady, golden reassurance
that we were still on Earth.
I didn’t speak.
No one did.
I opened 온라인카지노 briefly,
saw someone had posted a video from Tokyo.
Even that felt distant —
like another world.
The sun grew bolder,
painting the dunes in shades of bronze and orange.
Someone handed me mint tea.
I held it with both hands.
Grateful.
Quiet.
Later, as we rode back,
I checked 우리카지노 for a brief moment,
then smiled.
Because no win could feel bigger
than the one I’d just watched
rise slowly from the sands.