Watching the Sunrise in Yazd

On my first night in Yazd, I didn’t mind the fitful sleep that usually plagues my travels. The chance to catch a sunrise in the desert for the first time beckoned and I wasn’t planning to snooze through it. I checked my phone; a few minutes remained before it was scheduled to wake me up.

I slipped out of the warm embrace of my bed and threw a windbreaker over my pyjamas. Twilight had already begun, so finding the staircase that led to the rooftop was easy. Thankfully, the receptionist hadn’t locked the door too. I gave it a gentle push and it heralded the rush of crisp air with a metallic creak.

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