The road twisted along the coast, back and forth with the restless waves. The waves and me, we were the only ones moving at that time of day. Even the wind slept, hot and feverish, but completely still, as if time didn’t exist. I kicked up tiny pufts of dust, which hung in my trail like ghosts, and eventually dissipated. Crunchy gravel, uneven steps, I trudged through the atmosphere, thick with thunderstorm promise. The horizon never got any closer. Agitated. Breathless. Someone replace...