Drabble: A Chill

I felt a chill in the desert. A solitary breeze passed me, and I shivered. All my horizons were sand and sky; above me, the brilliant sun burned. I was covered in sweat, the rags of my clothes giving me little protection either from that heavenly heat nor that sudden gush of air. Pausing, I unscrewed the lid of my canteen and drank. With that taste of water, I continued on, but I always will remember how, in the midst of that blazing desert, I felt the cold. It was, as they say, like a man stepping on my grave.