An Arabian Day

T'was an insipid day, if you will. One could just descry a cloud, for the wind stood far too still and the silence: far too loud. The dunes burnt hot, a solid flame, the waves of scorching fire, and in my cogitative state I only wanted to get higher. In the distance I could swear I had seen a knight rear on his steed. A practical joke? It must have been, played by the cruel Arabian heat.