I was walking barefoot, and a fly was buzzing around me.
The desert air is dry, and I am thirsty.
Covered in sweat, I bathe in its scent.
Out of the corner of my eye, behind the tallest dune, I find my treasure.
Mirage?
But I am so thirsty.
Just three more steps, and I will jump into this lake.
I hope it will catch me.
I wiped the dust from my eyes; my heart did not lie.
An oasis.
Larger than all the pyramids and mountains, yet the size of my home.
For the first time, the orange sand is not the only color.
The scent of beauty reeks.
It embraces, protects, and caresses me from the sun.