Desert Song: Sheltering from the Strom

The Sun setting in the horizon pierced through the sandstorm.

Barely keeping our eyes open, we cowered by the massive wooden gate and gave it three heavy pounds. A smaller door opened, with two eyes gazing at us. After a brief moment, we were allowed in. The complete chaos of sound and fury closed behind us. A soothing bitter sweet melody pulled us into the inner courtyard, as if transported to a time when this Caravanserai was a refuge to the thousands of travelers like us, sheltering from storms, thieves and the mere loneliness of the desert night.