Drought began to colonise the air, like a daytime ******, He, sat, in a prayer like position counting his few blessings. Blood drenched, a speck of dust in a daydream. At odds with the cycles of nature and life itself. Or so it seemed. He dreamed of a life made up of sunlight and half-clear images of picture perfect happiness. His throat ached and his feet were mangled like tree branches confused.