A weekend feels like a canteen of water to parched lips these days. Every week day I ride my trustworthy camel braving the hot winds of the desert days, stopping to rest under some date palm trees with no fruits but which still unflinchingly shelters many friends. The day ends with me building a shelter in my mind to protect me against the cold winter nights. My search for the eternal spring of water continues..Until then I pick myself up and carry on.