Last night, we slept beneath a sheet of stars. Some came free from the tapestry and went shooting across a cinemascope sky.
I didn't wish on any. Stage got that wrong.
It didn't occur to me at all. I was too enchanted. And tired.
I curled up under a quilt and let the pale moonlight bathe over me instead.
We had been treading sand all day, walking up and down the immense Kanoi Dunes till the sun turned scarlet and sank into the desert. Kanoi is a sea of sand dunes. Golden humps of velvet sand as far as the eye can see. The valleys between the dunes form cosy natural coves and arenas. No better craftsmanship than of Nature itself.
It's perfect for the festival. It's as if this was meant to be.
By evening, we were at Prince Desert Camp by Laxmana Dunes. Celebrations were in order. A collective sigh of relief turned into a round-table meeting that unravelled in a story-telling session. It went on past midnight. Nobody noticed the candles going out.
"A year from now, we'll all be sitting right here," says Grand Meister. "And we'll all think back to this night."
"Yes, except that next year we won't be so stressed out," laughs Kaptaan. "Next year, everything will be sorted."
I'm not so sure. Next year it's going to be even bigger. It's going to be a challenge one way or another. It should be, too. Nothing easy is ever worth doing.
There are so many castles in the sky here. And they're mostly made of desert-sand and mirages.
I'm just glad I have a front-seat view to watch them turn real day by day.
What more could I wish for?
I didn't wish on any. Stage got that wrong.
It didn't occur to me at all. I was too enchanted. And tired.
I curled up under a quilt and let the pale moonlight bathe over me instead.
We had been treading sand all day, walking up and down the immense Kanoi Dunes till the sun turned scarlet and sank into the desert. Kanoi is a sea of sand dunes. Golden humps of velvet sand as far as the eye can see. The valleys between the dunes form cosy natural coves and arenas. No better craftsmanship than of Nature itself.
It's perfect for the festival. It's as if this was meant to be.
The best thing about walking on sand dunes is falling down
"A year from now, we'll all be sitting right here," says Grand Meister. "And we'll all think back to this night."
"Yes, except that next year we won't be so stressed out," laughs Kaptaan. "Next year, everything will be sorted."
I'm not so sure. Next year it's going to be even bigger. It's going to be a challenge one way or another. It should be, too. Nothing easy is ever worth doing.
There are so many castles in the sky here. And they're mostly made of desert-sand and mirages.
I'm just glad I have a front-seat view to watch them turn real day by day.
What more could I wish for?
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