Swept away with the sands as they tear across the desert; I close my eyes and imagine the journey from the outside. The world flies past as a blur, memories and thoughts collide in beautiful colours outside my little storm, from the Pyramids of now to the Rainforest of the ancient ones my Sandstorm rips through time itself to bring to the world an imagine so crystal clear of the Pharaohs, and the Neters so wise.

Overhead the sky has forgotten what colour it wanted to be; it joins us in this magnificent twirl of time, soon when the world has joined us in the onlooking; two black ears and a long muzzle make their way into our vortex, the sand settles all around us; we find the ground again.

With a swift swing of his Ankh he smiles across our collective curiousness, and the process begins again.

Enjoy~