Another winter in the Sahara

Here it is....this piercing Ice needle like cold. It smells of the Sahara, the cold wind storms. A memory of  monsoon winds ( faking this one for the sake of poetry). Winter in North Africa makes me  happy, its the kind of cold that has no moist, the one that comes with dry winds.  It makes me remember  the diversity to winters around the world. Yesterday I spent the day in the desert, New Cairo - that place is like a freezer in the winter and a fireplace in the summer- some extremes I must say! Comfort food was on my mind all day,  I even ate cookies from Cilantro- urrggggg! There were no sundaes at Macd's. holiday memories loom in the air,  I miss home, my parents, my siblings and all my loved ones! I miss being around people I know care. I have  much to do, and sometimes it feels like its never ending, but I know that nothing lasts forever- well that I sort of know too well. Am sure some would beg to differ. For me it seems like a much held reality... and so here on this winter morning I will study and hope that one day I will laugh in the winter  and sing through it all!