Cycle of Cliches
I felt an instant urge to go to that hilltop.
“Tomorrow morning, let’s ride up to that hill,” I told Nisim. He agreed. To our far right, that was, to the western end of the colony there was another small hill – Nisim said that it was called Sarania Hills. The perfectly round shaped, tangerine sun was gently hiding itself behind that hill. With the bright brownish yellow sky at the backdrop, it looked beautiful. Breath-taking!