They appeared as a shimmering mass, blinking just at the edge of the horizon. I looked at the sight idly, my eyes half parted in the stifling desert heat, and somewhere along the way my eyes closed, and I found myself awakened by startled gasps and excited chatters.
I looked at bleary world, where everything seemed to be a messy palette of smudged colors. I turned - there was a small crack in my shoulder - blinked and my vision cleared, and before me I saw a great looming tower, white and magnificent, stretching far to my left and to my right. I found my self standing, my neck bent as I looked upwards, squinting, following the white sight to a huge turbine, spinning languidly in the hot wind.
Then I whirled around, slowly, and saw thousands of white, gleaming towers, all spread before me, spinning with a dull swish and swish, rising above the sands like sinking masts above a yellow sea.
