A chance meeting in stormy(?) weather

Zachariah walked into the vast deserts of the Land of Wind. Off in the distance a sand storm brewed, blowing neither towards nor away from Zachariah. He continued walking towards the Skyscrapers, off in the distance and invisible to the eye; their gaping height hidden beyond the horizon. Zachariah wore his goggles, his hair was wrapped in a cloth wound in a similar way to a turban. Over his worn suit was a long cape, easily parted in the front, stopping shortly above the heels. He was dressed to prepare for the chance that a sandstorm might come through.