His life had changed in the four months, twenty-two days, seven hours and sixteen minutes since she had last seen the back of his head as he walked away, his gait proud, her eyes moist, his fists clenched, her head hurting, his shirt crumpled, her hair billowing, he hesitating, she…

The sun descends behind a swirl of cumulus clouds. Mosquitoes make their way towards me. Their evening nibble. Mud droplets bounce off my shoes. Onto my bare calves.

I am irritated.

The dogs bark. A staccato. Then an almighty din. I speak to them. Softly. I slow down, nudging them…