There's a whisper on the night-wind, there's a star agleam to guide us,
And the Wild is calling, calling. . . let us go.
Robert Service, English poet (1874–1958) in The Call of the Wild
The Saharan winds (and Egypt Air) returned me to the ancient land of pharaohs and gods. Our flat bears the name of the cow-goddess Hathor and after a long absence I have returned to her bosom. Known as Lady of the Western Mountains, she stood at the door leading into the mountain, welcoming souls into the next life.
The ancient symbolism remains strong as I watched the last glimmer of Ra as he stepped over the ridge in his onward voyage.
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