A flash, moonlight reflecting off the waves, hot tires, wake up in the night with a cold sweat, blink your eyes and you see it, and then it’s gone.
A distant relative, a world locked away by the ego of its history, baked earth in 24 hour light.
Wet tarmac, running in dew soaked grass, seagulls picking up debris.
The wheels keep turning and the music plays on.
