.awake and peer through the broken fence.
.weeds, four feet high and blooms of healthy trees.
.the air is heavy with the smell of humid heat.
.the songs and colors of european pride.
.a relic from the past as we hold on to what we know.
.the world has shrunk to avatars and masks.
.red dirt slides and grunts and groans.
.the relief of victory and the knot of defeat.