In another time zone the sunlight lingers just above the horizon as we begin our decent from thirty thousand feet. The landing gear lowers with a thud and the screeching breaks slightly lunging us forward with a couple slight bounces onto the tarmac, break break break we taxi into amber hued twinkles over the runway up to the terminal.
Out the window a deepening blue-gray evening rises over pinkish-violet and a thin layer of gold over the mountain less, flat sandy terrain, reveals my abrupt entrance into a sultryArabian night to dine with a perfect stranger. Perfect? In the dream-like atmosphere between sunlight and starlight we disembark.
My heart pounds as I wait for the stranger. I wonder if I did the right thing. Yes, of course I did. I tell myself it's just another adventure.