As the clouds drifted over the face of the moon, he walked. Even in darkness, the heat rose from the desert sand.
His thoughts were clouded from fatigue, and his body was weak from hours of walking in the scorching heat.
He found shelter in a small underpass. He ducked his head, and sat down.
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Excellent look into the sad truth of the homeless who actually see such a place as home.
Very descriptive of what it must feel like while looking for nightly shelter.
Quite an evocative piece. It makes statement well.