I walk across the shifting sand,
grit blowing into my eyes,
and i halt to take a drink of water.
it barely slakes my thirst, and i am very hungry.
i spot traveling nomads, and i kick my horse in their direction.
i follow them until they reach a sweet oasis, and i dismount and take a drink.
i wade into the deep and start to swim.
it feels refreshing, the water flowing through my hair
and little fishes swim in front of me,
searching for a bite to eat.
i emerge, water streaming from my hair.
i quickly dry myself off,
leaving my hair wet to keep me cool,
i jump on my horse, 
and ride off into the mounting heat waves.