While I was traveling in Kuwait for work, I went to a camel farm located in the desert. A sandstorm had been going on for a few days painting the sky with a permanent trans lucid orange light. Baby camels were taking shelter behind their mothers, hiding their faces from the sand blown in the air by the wind. As a farmer was standing next to me, a white camel approached and placed his head over his owner’s shoulder who then slowly lifted his arm to caress him. They remained embraced until the sunset.