Feet sinking into the desert sand, I continue to walk along my winding way, trying to remember a time when all around me was more than just a conjuring of images and sensations brought back through the art of a mind’s eye; a time when the joys of life, its colors and sensations, were a tangible part of a life filled with the promise of tomorrow bringing with it that which dreams feed the soul, a time when the world was more than just myself and the wind. I collapse onto the soft yet burning earth and bring the gift of life once more to my lips….water…Precious water. The sun will set soon, and bringing with its absence, the shadow of a day gone by to cover the sand with a pale glow of moonlight, turning its color to that of ash..Fitting for a day felt spent in the fire. I look on towards the desolate hills that are all that’s left of a once beautiful horizon, “I struggle over those hills,” I keep saying to myself, “and I’ll find the world once again, it’s just a little farther now.” I slowly rise from the ground that seems to swallow more of me the longer I sit still. I look forward with my eyes toward the prize………”Just over those hills,” I say to the wind.