I have never been one who found beauty in the desert.  Dry places appeared empty, void of color, void of life.   One day I found myself traveling with my husband on a desert road outside of the city of Dubai.  The road started as a busy, paved highway in a populated place and gradually became a narrow, sandy path headed to a dusty desert place with no other people in sight.   For a very long time the view did not change as we drove mile after mile on a lifeless, dry road.  I could not help but wonder what was at the end of this road and why my husband would bring me to this place.   As I pondered these questions, on the horizon I saw a sign of life.  An beautiful, large oryx was walking through the sand as the sun beat down on his body.  As large as he was, he was difficult to spot at first because his color was similar to the sand.  He and …