Not the real Mother Teresa

The World As We Know It

He was wandering. He could feel it. Felt the motion of his feet, one leg stepping in front of the other. Felt the hard pebbles beneath his feet...or was it hard earth he couldn't tell...saw the glimmer of bright autumn leaves from underneath his eyelids and then in the same instant tasted fresh sea air...What?? He jerked awake but how could that be? Was he not already awake? A strange hum buzzed in his head, he felt dizzy and drowsy. Was he here or there? He crawled to the water's edge, the dark sands spread in waves before him...bent down and drank...the liquid tasted like ash, volcanic ash...but how could that be and how did he know how that tasted?