Sahara
The never ending journey
Tired. Hopeful. The hours pass as quickly as the sand escapes between her toes. With each step she seeks nourishment from his honeycomb. Carefully avoiding the quicksand of despair along the way. The bright sun and hot air are all too familiar.
You see, she thrives on his sweet nectar, a pure satisfaction. She has traveled far and wide in the Sahara. Confused by many mirages before. These flickers of hope disappear as she moves closer. Pushing through as her energy fades, she reaches and stretches for a drop. Just the taste of his liquid gold keeps her on her toes.
Sticky and sweet. He keeps it tucked away and releases just a sampling. The taste on her tongue liberates the endorphins needed until her next feeding. She starts another journey, hoping tomorrow will bring showers of the sugar she craves. Only to find the sun beams stronger, leaving her depleted and dry. Maybe, just maybe, if she reaches the next mirage, it won’t disappoint.
