May 042009
Early in the morning, when I left home, the hot, dusty wind gave me a shock. My eyes were smarting, and my car was covered. My neighbor had just put her wipers on, and the dust had turned to mud, so i wiped off the car before I washed the windows. By the time I left work, the wind had died down, and you could see the skyline, but the car was covered again. Just a little reminder from the desert.
You know all that stuff comes from Tunisia, Libya and other Arab countries. We’re lucky they don’t ask for the sand back.
I’ve gone through your blog. Good thing I came back once more. Nice work