Just before sunset, a suffocating breeze penetrates my lungs. A cigarette struggles with its last breath, gasping and taunting and flickering lifeless between two fingers. The boulevard is full of life, vestiges of green in a barren concrete landscape. Brown dogs, dancing to the sound of automobile engines, make this their temporary home. A refuge from the sand and forgotten buildings that line these busy streets.
a moment passes
the twisting silence of sounds