Mystique-of-the-Past

Arid heat permeates the air broken on rare, savored occasions by a subtle cool wind which promises more than it delivers, barely enough to quench a thirst, like a single drop of morning dew midst the forlorn desert. Watching the landscape pass indistinguishable, time may be rendered non-existent, the only changes barely perceptible. I am taken back to a life in bygone ages, the visions move through my mind , a brutal struggle for life, an unexpected laissez-faire attitude, dancing women in long skirts and garland stockings, women on a quest to redefine themselves, men seeking riches, lost in a world of chance, skin, and booze.