In the middle of the desert, he was extremely thirsty and there was almost no water. His face was covered with dust and his lips were brown and cracked. Found a small pond and ran towards it. Kneeled down and put his lips to the water to drink. The thick layer of desert dust on his lips dirtied the water he got to drink. It tasted like water but muddy, brown, and astringent. He was thirsty and drank a lot. Gulp after gulp.

Pulled his head up and lied down on his back with his arms open on each side and his leg towards the pond.

Felt a bit of nausea but the thirst was gone. It was gone for a few hours or days, he knew. And then again, searching for another pond, and drinking muddy water. The memory of the taste of drinking clean water kept him going.