it must have been 20 or so kilometres away from the city morning market. the expectation was that the wedding was to take place only a few or so walking distance.
the distance covered a flurry of red earth and dust and also lines of watermelons. the distance back covered nothing more than a fevered night alone and a morning trip back to work.
taking nothing back but a flurry of flying red dust and longing memories of watermelons, anytime soon is a flight back home.