The khamasin, خمسين, blows in from the Sahara between March and May, announcing the heat of summer. In Luxor, on the few occasions when I have observed it, the sand wind will blow in quickly transforming a blue sky into a dim, claustrophobic aquarium of dust. Sometimes it stays for days, and sometimes just a few hours. This one I photographed came and went within a matter of minutes, hiding the qebel (mountains) and revealing it again. It is an odd feeling one has in the midst of it, a sudden since of isolation and apocalyptic fear: you can’t help but wonder, what if I never see the sky again?