I've been through sand storms before. In Sudan we used to love going up on the roof to watch the wall of sand blowing in from afar: blocking out the sun, turning the atmosphere bright orange, sending superfine dust into every nook and cranny you didn't even know you had. We used to love watching them come in, but we definitely didn't love having to live through them.
So when people here talked about the sand storms, I thought I knew what I was in for. Except I think we've been having a sand storm kinda nonstop since I got here. That's not something I'm used to. Today it was particularly bad - you could barely see the apartment building across the way, and I almost got lost on my way home from dinner. I still feel the grains in my eyes and on my fingertips - even with multiple washings.
Here, it's more like ever-present blowing dust. It's the status quo. I wonder how long that will be the case? I actually saw some people walking around with infectious disease masks to try to protect against breathing it. Should that have been me??!!
It can make for beautiful sunsets....
So when people here talked about the sand storms, I thought I knew what I was in for. Except I think we've been having a sand storm kinda nonstop since I got here. That's not something I'm used to. Today it was particularly bad - you could barely see the apartment building across the way, and I almost got lost on my way home from dinner. I still feel the grains in my eyes and on my fingertips - even with multiple washings.
Here, it's more like ever-present blowing dust. It's the status quo. I wonder how long that will be the case? I actually saw some people walking around with infectious disease masks to try to protect against breathing it. Should that have been me??!!
It can make for beautiful sunsets....
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