In Cairo on a clear winter’s day at sunset, the Nile winks in the background and the subtle hues of the buildings flare alive.

 The next morning, at sunrise, the same city can be cloaked in a drab spray of black soot from nearby agricultural fires. The air is dense and unpleasant to inhale, obviously contributing to a wealth of respiratory consequences. 

We wait for the wind. And it comes as a blessing, granting another wink from the Nile. Gratitude gleams from the molecules of clean air. Thankgsiving.