Desert Walking

There is someone walking in the desert
It's a populated area, but there are parts in which the desert still reigns
So, this person is walking, houses both in their right and left
And they are walking in the sun.
On that path the desert must be felt, an obligation to whoever walks it. I imagine they must be thisty and hot, with all that sun over their head.
And they walk until I don't see them, until they reach a street that connects with the asphalt and houses and the trees, trees that wouldn't be able to exist here if it wasn't for human presence. No, that last bit is part of what I assume of that person.
It might be, very well, that they sink into the ground or they dissipare into the dry air and sunlight.
I don't know, I can't actually see them.
This was the first and last time I have and will see them in my life. I can meet them again, see them on the stree, but I won't recognise them nor they will know I was the person that watched them walk the desert that one time, a Wednesday afternoon in summer.

-Written 08-02-17