Uh, forget what I said about the flies and the camels and the small clothes. W-O-W. Wow! This place is, suddenly, under dust. I can't even FIND the porta-potty right now. No, that is NOT a mountain in the background, it is a wall of talcum-powder dust that is BIGGER than the mountains. It makes the mountains look like nothin'. It's like a tsunami of dust. I'm practically at a loss for words, so amazed am I by what I'm witnessing in my edge of Afghanistan. I am most certainly awe-struck. Finally, something has snapped me out of my lethargic longing for home and all things un-hot and un-camel-like.
As I watched the dust bear down upon the world (and snapped these pictures with my cell phone before taking cover), I thought of a line from a poem that recently found me:
There is no army
that can stand
against
a whisper of air
How true it is. Both sides have been, temporarily, grounded by something so much bigger than us all.
On the bright side (and this blog really is, afterall, about the bright side), I'm pretty sure we won't have a bunker drill tonight.
1 comment:
Oh My Gosh! I have never seen dust so big!!!! R U alright? Who will do the cleaning up? :) Shall I send pledge wipes? :)
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