As I gazed upon these white peaks, I was awestruck… Snow white dunes … Each dune whipped by the wind to a perfect point by the winds of the desert…I imagined camels and their long struggle up and over these imposing barriers.
Is it possible that snowy white squirrels could be peeking out at me from that blinding sand? Did little white chipmunks wait, hand in hand with the squirrels? Would they grab me by my ankles and drag me down into the sand, never to be seen again?
I’ll never know…seeing that this is actually the top of a huge tent. I guess I will only see the squirrels and chipmunks in my nightmares. Which is fine by me.