shelter

from a day of odd weathers... the sky clear in the morning offering the option to attempt to walk of frustrations, the hope that there's some clarity to be found on the hills but it got humid all of a sudden, the paths feeling as if they were laid beneath condensed mud, slow steps rising wearily into the weighted quiet, the wind breathless while the cloak of damp heat seemed to get heavier beyond each ascending path... back in the streets masks and umbrellas were dominant, drier air honing the heat of a sharp sun, depositing small shadows while refuge was sought...