Sidetracked

Treading on the dampened track, heavy fatigue-laden steps, soft whisper of night breeze, the night sky awash with moonshine, rivulets of sweat streaming down, breath punctuated by wheezes, vast expanse of track neatly divided by white bold lines, bad timing of 14:02, roughness of the track on bare feet, cars and buses gliding almost noiselessly outside, the orchestra of crickets, low constant buzzing and intermittent sounds by tiny fiddlers, mate-calling, peering into a puddle, looking for moon's ghost, submerged mirrory watery city found instead.