Searing Summers Day

The powder blue sky met with the distant desert horizon, interlocking to form what must have been the cusp of hell itself. There was the sun burning bright overhead; the sun knew only one thing, to relentlessly cast itself upon on all those foolish enough to wonder about this time of day. Nuclear fusion at its finest, the fiery gaseous sphere was the celebrity guest of mother nature for the summer.  It seemingly floated there, scorning down on everything and everyone. It was the holy month of Ramadan, a sacred time of year for the indigenous people, along with Muslims all over the world. During this time, it is forbidden to drink water or eat food during the day. This, as you can imagine can prove to be a formidable task  given the outside climate. Regardless,One foot in front of the other, I carried on. On my way to a somewhat unimportant detestation, a simple 20-30 minute stroll. Minute by minute the sweat seeped from my pores like the morning dew collects on a majestic field in the morning. It wasn't long before dizziness, followed by bewilderment, began to slowly overtake my mind. As my brain set helplessly, cooking like a stew under the hot summer sun, I carried on. Finally, after about 30 minutes my journey had to come to end. Perplexed and exhausted, I had arrived at my detestation. I was suffering from heat exhaustion and could not violate the taboo of drinking water in public, but even more challenging, finding water to drink.


Then I saw it...  An apparition, or perhaps just a desert mirage, I was not sure at this point. I licked my parched lips with my pathetically  dry tongue and proceeded forward to investigate. Upon closer examination I had found a  variable oasis; a grocery store which was open. I stumbled inside and saw what seemed like my one true first love, a 1.5 liter of cold bottled water. I grasp it and held it tight, as Rick Astley's 1987 hit, "Never gonna give you up" played in my delusional heat exhausted mind. Dehydrated and desperate I made my way to the checkout counter with my liquid treasure. Upon checking it out, it occurred to me... I could not drink this in public, I had to come up with a plan, and with my mental state declining rapidly it was difficult, but then it dawned on me, the bathroom. Like a bandit arriving at a saloon in the wild west, I kicked upon the door, nearly flinging it back into my face. I made my way past the atrocious odors and ghastly sights until I found an open stall. Upon entering the stall and closing the door behind me, I looked down at my prize. A beautiful image of a blue oasis and lush green palm tree's was printed on the bottle. As the smell of urine and feces tickled my nostrils and appalling sounds of flatulence echoed in the background, I could care less. The beautiful sound it made as the plastic seal was cracked with one easy flick of the wrist. I held it to my lips and just let it in, almost choking at first... I had done it, I made it...