About noon they arrived to its scorching welcome,
A Sahara of arid wind unfurling before them. There the sun radiated proudly, burning their skin
with the touch of its beams, unwanted companions. One of the travellers trudged wearily through shifting sands
avoiding a fall on prying Cacti calling out with colourful pokes. Another steadied a backpack drenched with dust
Blowing haze and fears from miles afar.