muhabbet gazida

....he was an elderly man,  who stood  at the royal window  with an air of majestic  elegance,  perhaps he was in his mid fifties  and  his  body was lean and strong,  in the  first  glimpse his wrinkles  highlighted his age but the next moment   another  impression was  revealed,  his  demeanor was  attractive  though  time had stiffened his countenance  yet overcome by his prominent  looking  generosity  and alertness,  hus face was chiseled  , sharp features reflected reservedness and somber  air

He stood there at the window but he didn't own it personally  he gad just arrived  some time ago,  he was Julius ceasar the  Roman emperor the uncomfortable  and extraordinary 

Rovio asked what was ge thinking 

In a resonating  voice he said it was Alexandria  he was  worried for  his  focus  of eyes was screwed  to a point of light  five hundred  ninety  feet above  and away  located on a small isle visible  amidst  tge deep blue waters , naturally the beauty of the orient was  enchanting and inviting,  the sunlit scenery was clean and clarity so sharp the fishes under the water  and the sands and rocks and the grass swaying  could be  seen  easily