…something like this happens.
We had another sandstorm this week. Strange weather – and not something I ever encountered in Scotland, for sure. It’s like a fog that has a physical presence. That presence is a reddish brown dust that hangs in the air, and covers everything. That’s why the window of my car was clearly too attractive for a passing budding artist. He (or she) could not resist:
You know you’re in Israel, when something like this happens. And it’s a great feeling.