I am walking on the way back to the hostel without sanity and stability. My large coke in my right hand, the third refill of the day. I breathe the outside air with eagerness and I stretch my legs after six hours on that yellow stool with my burger, coke, fries and math-my numbness gives way, my senses return, my nerves rejoice. Back to my stroll:I am amused by the coolness of night, even my wobbly legs-now with more blue black patches than before-enjoy the tortuous route with a wicked slow pace. I let my drowsiness manoeuvre my limbs and the swaying of my body and I say "you are in charge.", like a pilot giving up his command.
The rain, the water in the puddles, the splashes and the vapour trailing car tyres find favour in me. Near my feet, my pants are drenched; my toes coated with sand and dirt. But all these for the pleasure of water from the sky, the best bargain I could ever have.
