midnight on the roof

sipping a cold Stella and smoking a shisha on the roof top of my hotel overlooking the temple of Luxor with the Nile a couple hundred feet away and the cliffs of the west in the distance.. my view only interrupted by a few apartment buildings and a 19th century minaret.. 'One more time' by the Cure comes on, followed by 'One Brief moment' by Natacha Atlas and "Bleed the Orchid' by the Smashing pumpkins and then 'How to Disappear Completely' by Radio head, I can't help but feel sad and nostalgic... I'm not thinking of anyone in particular, just the collection of people I have met in the last couple of weeks but particularly in Dahab.. again I prove to myself that I am simply in love with love itself.. I'm not sure if the romance is in me or if it is in this place.