This challenge led me to Egypt, the land of pharoahs and pyramids, the beautiful Nefertiti, and the ancient secrets of the River Nile. The Great Pyramid of Giza is one of the seven wonders of the world. Until the advent of modern skyscrapers, it was the tallest structure in the world. To date, its many passages have yielded no mummies or treasure, and the passages led to empty chambers. It is believed that either ancient tomb raiders have plundered all the treasure, or that the mummy of the Pharoah Khufu is still cleverly hidden within or beneath the Great Pyramid.
Before I retired, I had a high-pressure sort of job, and I sometimes felt as if there was no way out. I used to say I needed a private Primal Scream Room. This is my interpretation of it. Ah, glorious retirement! No more need for the Primal Scream Room!
I am a child of the prairie. I love nothing better than watching a storm build in the distance, the clouds roiling and blustering their way closer until I can hear the distant patter of rain on the corn fields, building to a crescendo as the first fat drops splat into the dust of the barnyard, thunder booming and lightning streaking across the prairie sky. There is a fragrance to summer rainstorms on the prairie I long to sense once more. Rain in the city is an entirely different experience, special in its own way, but a prairie rainstorm is unsurpassed.
The sights and sounds of the city at night are many and varied. Neon signs, twinkling lights, people at windows, the sounds of music echoing from the pubs, all accompanied by the spirits of the past. All images from net surfing.