Escaped

Grey is the colour of Lima. Cold is the feel. The temperature isn't that low, but with the sun hidden at all times, it feels cold. You wear a toque. You wear a sweatshirt. You do not wear shorts or a tee. You don't sweat you shiver. You wrap your arms around yourself unconsciously.

When the bus pulled out of Lima, I watched all the grey buildings with the graffiti scrawled on them. Tags. No messages political or otherwise, just tags. The hidden sun went below the horizon shortly after the bus escaped the city limits. I know this because it was now too dark to see outside.

I awoke to the sun on my face, the bus nearing Arequipa.