A day trip to Morocco
It was one of those mornings... I woke up with a salty dry breeze and surrounded by the tropical grasp of the Sahara sunlight. You could glide in to the sound of perpetual nothingness that filled the air. The only noise that I could hear, like a whisper, was the gradual murmur of the dromedaries. The landscape was filled with colors
of a never-ending summer vibe whose embraced was almost tactile.
The calmness of the dessert gave me enough inner peace to accept and enjoy, like in the simplest way one could ever achieve, the highest point of loosening yourself. Being one with the nature.
The perfect light of the sun wiped out all the details, so the shadows could erase from the almost unnatural contrast that overwhelmed the view. We spent a night in the tents, in the middle of nowhere, and tasted a pinch of freedom. Some natives joined us and we shared the joy of the clear sky of the dessert full of stars that looked in a way we had never seen before. In every corner there was a small hidden treasure, put there as if to be discovered only by those worthy enough...
