White-hot shimmer transforms lonely stretches of two-lane black top into raging rivers of mercury. The sun scorching all the clouds from the sky. Colors give way to mere light - formless and shapeless. I stumble along the gravel shoulder. The sweat drips from my brow and, in rivulets across my temples , flows into my eyes. Acrid and Salty it dries there and clouds my vision into a mass of formless spectres and hallucinatory lights. The world has melted beneath the gaze of a vengeful master. No wind blows now to sweep the dust, no breeze to cool my skin - cracking now and crimson. I lie down upon the brown grass and doze.