The air is cooling here in Doha. Gone or going is the unwelcome sluggishness that comes with unbearable heat. The mornings are crisp as the brittle blue sky looms overhead. I recently bought an Indian made bike that weighs about one hundred pounds and I ride it to school. I start each day with my iPod blasting a shuffled mood from my playlist. This morning as I swallowed mouthfuls of air, observed the growing vegetation on the street medians, and felt the cool breeze swish by my rolling wheels, I blasted Sweet Child of Mine by Guns and Roses. It was as close to perfect as I have gotten in a while. There is something new coming. Innovation change. Novelty. Fresh…by the way I booked my tickets to Tunisia last night.
Where do we go? Where do we go now? Where do we go? Sweet child o' mine