Needle in a Haystack

By Declan Rule

Dry heat fills the air, overtaking my sense of smell, and the heat starts to dry up my throat, leaving no comforts except for my surroundings.

The colorful reflections of the sandy mountains beam on the water. as I look down, leaning my body over my small boat, and I see creatures swimming in the depths of the water.

Then I push my focus toward my surroundings, making me feel like a needle in a haystack. Sand blowing off the Dunes, thin Branches are blown by the wind, and the wind blows waves across the water, all across the black sandy beach. I start to notice my peripheral vision as I see the colorful mountains, the birds soar in the sky, and the fish jump out of the water. Now I notice that I am not alone, even in a place as deserted as the desert.