Charcoal embers glow in the blackened fire pot. Wrapped in thick blankets and jackets, the circle of friends huddle close on an old worn rug, sharing the warmth this cold desert night. Their hands cup the little glasses of hot, sweet tea with its added milk and spices. Sweet comfort. It’s hardly enough to stave off the cold of the desert, but the gentle conversation, chuckles, and stories create a cushion of warmth among friends this dark winter’s night. A million stars sparkle overhead…a vast umbrella arching above the sea of tents.
These refugees find warmth in one another.