The dust strewn streets rest quietly, as the oppressive heat dissipates into a cool breeze. The dogs run amok across the freshly dewed grass, awakened from their heat-induced slumber. The buildings stand majestic with their glittering lights shining across the grey-blue sky. A lone policeman walks in the shadow of the midnight street lights. Reckless cars zig-zag across the empty streets driven by their need for speed. Driving into the endless summer night, images flash across our tired eyes, music beats in our ears and gusts of wind wash our faces.

Walking bare feet on the perfectly tarred roads, the soles of my feet feel the warm sensation of the ground beneath. I sit on what is the only traffic signpost and sigh to myself. Lonely is the heart of this wayfarer, for whom the journey becomes you.