Today was a day of reflection and artistry. I found myself at the Citadel of Raymond de Saint-Gilles, perched high above Tripoli. The panoramic views of the city and the shimmering Mediterranean were breathtaking. The citadel, with its ancient stones and tales of bygone eras, spoke to me in whispers. I set up my easel and began to sketch.
The play of light and shadow on the old stones, the distant hum of the city below, and the gentle breeze carrying the scent of the sea made for a serene ambiance. As my pencil moved across the paper, I felt a deep connection to this place. The history, the stories, and the very essence of Tripoli flowed through me and onto the canvas.
I met a local artist, Rasha, who was also sketching the citadel. We exchanged stories, shared techniques, and spoke of our love for art. She introduced me to the concept of "Hawak," a term used to describe the soul's longing. I realized that my journey, my art, was my "Hawak."
As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the city, I packed up my things, my heart full of gratitude. Today was not just about creating art; it was about understanding the soul of a place and connecting with it on a profound level.