Bill stood up, looking out at the swirling desert sands. The sun's midday gleam was almost blinding.
He fingered his new piercing, thinking about how life is different all over the world. Rainy England to Sandy Egypt.
Grays to yellows.
Yet people are the same worldwide.
The dunes shifted as he began walking back, small grains of sand the same color as the sky falling towards the ground.
As he walked back to his room, he saw the stark silhouette of a desert caravan passing by.
He had to get his family to visit. They would love Egypt's wonders.
