The Oasis Encounter
The drive south wound through mountains streaked with rose and gold, the air thinning until the world opened into heat and silence. Then, as if the earth had decided to soften, the oasis appeared — Chebika, a mirror of turquoise framed by palms and stone.
Autumn left her sandals by the jeep and walked to the water’s edge. A man sat nearby, sketchbook resting against one knee, the smell of charcoal mingling with mint tea from a tiny clay cup.
He looked up as she approached. “You move like someone listening to music,” he said, smiling.
They talked easily, the way strangers sometimes do when there’s no need to impress. His name was Karim. He painted the dunes and the stars, he said, because both refused to stay still. She told him she danced for the same reason.
Desert By Starlight
When the sun began to slip behind the canyon walls, he asked, “Would you like to see the desert after dark?”
Autumn hesitated — only long enough to make sure she wanted to. She did.
They drove until the last palm vanished. The desert stretched infinite and silent, the sky deepening to indigo. Karim stopped the jeep on a ridge, turned off the lights, and the night unfurled above them — thousands of stars, then streaks of light racing across the heavens.
The silence was tender, heavy with things that didn’t need words. Her hand reached to touch his, he turned to look at her. She rested her head on his shoulder and he put his arm around her.
“Sometimes,” she wrote that night, “the universe answers before you even ask.”
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