City center. People walking. Stores displaying their wares. Cars moving, honking.
A driver sighs in frustration.. Some pigeons flutter their wings as a passerby quickens his gait. “Can you spare some change?” intermingled with laughing teenagers on skateboards. Seeing people who talk to themselves and trying to determine their sanity by the presence of a bluetooth earpiece. Where are we going?

I forgot to breathe. Her eyes closed, surrendering to my index finger. Her head tilted to the right, mouth half open. We were moved – but weren’t going anywhere.

I slowly made way through the dense wheat stalks. I was drunk on summer sun. I lied on the earth. It smelled of crushed wheat. Happiness.

The large round pebbles had been in the sun for hours. Drops of sea made their way down my body as I emerged. I shivered, tasted my alkaline mouth. Then my heels touched the first warm stones.