There is poetry in leaving Riyadh with one more thing to do—the magical thing you are going to postpone until next time. One more hasāwi cookie from Wacafe; one more peek at the galleries in Jax; one last stroll around Bujairi, one last mouthful of marqoq carried in the palm of the hand into the mouth.

There is a lot of poetry in one-more’s. In postponing.

There is also hope. That we will come back. That the story doesn’t end here. That bits and pieces collected here and there are hints of an encore. People we met; open-ended conversations; lands to explore; smiles to throw at one another from one end of the room to the other.

Uncertainty inspires the most unexpected yet surest results. It is when you don’t know what you’re up to that possibilities open up.

Creativity is that which makes the possible probable.

On repeat, it is, oddly, a satisfying loop.

Love, R. ♡