In the may of described abscence of a cool breeze, the leaves clapped and shattered. A deep chill keeps calling as its dabbing effect light their way. The azure was no more, only the abrupt gaze of the golden pact shoved as shadows of ‘m’ slowly faded up the sky.Loot on the road.Lighting their eyes to indicate a customed availability to other four legged series of machines. The two wheel carriage dashing at a high speed launching noise from their small engine. Manifold a people ganged up as the Saharan ants matching towards a road of the unprecice destination. Confused. Yes. Aim of their nature was of what they faced as their mirror. Apparently no one knew the other in the matters of ‘myself’ since the forthcoming latitude was an implication of ones business. It was all from work to home.The few who closed late made to leave their items in check. Building’s doors posted ‘closed’ and padlocked. As they went, another group if nocturnals arrives. Colored in their daily routine of coopral effort in times if slumber.The time was only then to see them. Motives to be alive and kicking during the night.It is a calm way of nature to close the book of now and hold on to open of what is kept in store for the other day.