dusk
the final notes of the muezzin's call to the faithful for prayers, hung in the air, haunting yet reassuringly serene. the air is crisp with activity and the hum that is the city, droned on. filling the streets with murmurs of longing and stifled miseries.
the warm red glow, remnants of the setting sun, permeates the heavens. a juxtaposition of red and blue, stands still for a moment until the colours die down, beaten to a timely empty black.