a green world

One of my favorite things about Morocco is women's fashion. Though there's all manner of dress, the galbabs please me best. Years ago, a friend coming from Morocco to Syria commented on missing the colorful streets, filled with women's galbabs. At the time, I had no idea what he meant. Now, I walk slowly from the bus to my class so I can lose myself in a world of red silk roses that the woman walking in front of me wears. I drown in the head to tow brown with yellow flairs of the woman riding with me from the beach town Martil. I fly through the weather map clouds that swirl over oceans and continents of the old lady walking with her grandchild. I was jolted back to my childhood wedding delusions by cream colored silk and lace this morning. I never know where the rainbow of texture and shade will take me.