A long wait
A looping figure stumbles out into the desert.
He encounters nature; it is big and arduous. And when it takes, it does so without assurances – possible revelation is trumped by a daunting and irrepressible thirst.
The lonely figure falters, his cheeks stung by the heat and his tongue torn by the sand. Caught between horizons he marches stubbornly towards relief; his entire being fatigued by an over drawn and overly long metaphor.
It's a long wait for a quick reprieve.