After a whole night fighting with my haunted thoughts, I decided to go for a bike ride. The sun was still asleep. The moon was tired. And the stars were shutting down themselves. The Silence before the dawn of day was screaming loudly.
xI stopped in the middle of the deserted bridge and shut down my bike’s engine and lit up my smoke.
I looked towards the rising sun. His picture had drawn on the wet canvas of the river. I inhaled a puff of smoke and my sight fell upon the moving shadows. Those were walking barefooted through the river.
These shadows were the few villagers going to their boats which were tied down beneath the bridge.
The view was so beautiful it seemed as if the sun had turned into a huge torch to show them the path. I turned around and looked down at my feet which were covered in leather, standing on the cracked concrete.