A Taste of Africa

It was a refreshing morning. As always: the morning breeze blew through my opened window, the dust, the scent of wet sand embedded on my nostrils, the ray of the morning sun reflected on my mirror as the birds on…
It was a refreshing morning. As always: the morning breeze blew through my opened window, the dust, the scent of wet sand embedded on my nostrils, the ray of the morning sun reflected on my mirror as the birds on…