This Moment In Time

In this moment in time, I'm sitting on my couch in my room in Iraqi Kurdistan, facing the balcony, which is slightly opened to let in some fresh air. I've just spent the morning cleaning my apartment, and now I'm waiting for laundry to finish, and chatting with my sis online.

The mountains are visible through the sheer, white curtain, which is billowing gracefully in the cool breeze. My black guitar case leans against the curtain to keep the dust from getting in. The sky is a uniform, pearly white, and the wind is making the noise of a hundred ghosts- oooo, ooooo!- between the mountains. This moment feels ominous.