smell of the foreign land

It brought up again, after a long long time missing. I miss it really much.

Too long I've been staying in this country. Too many times visits exhausted my curiosity. I couldn't remember that was me who was once excited breathing in it. I have been used to it and only wish time could go faster to send me something new.

Tonight it brought up again. It's so familiar yet so fresh. I recalled how the story was told in the Alchemist:


It was the levanter, the wind that came from Africa. It didn't bring with it the smell of the desert, nor the threat of Moorish invasion. Instead, it brought the scent of a perfume he knew well, and the touch of a kiss, a kiss that came from far away, slowly, slowly, until it rested on his lips.


Already I am on my way to the treasure. I wonder when and where will I meet her. I am readier than ever to pass by the oasis.