I awoke late one night. I was covered in sweat from the dry heat. My oscillating fan having given its last breath, the open bedroom window did very little to subside the aching fingers of Mother Nature.
It didn’t call my name, per say, but it beckoned me to come to it. I raised out of my bed and walked out the front door out into the desert. I lost track of how long I had been walking.
In front of me came a swirling dance of sand and rock forming something human like. It stood a few hundred feet away. It spoke, not from lips and vocal cords, but a reverberating drum deep inside my head.
I was to be its missionary. I had made it a promise. A promise I wasn’t sure if I would be able to keep.
