Right now he must be coming up the broken road. The light has been constantly changing in this cloudy-bright day. Now the clouds recede into the few pine trees left on the hill sides and now again they rise and veil the whole view. The woman washing on the road side has no clue who's passing; that he could have changed her life.
But he was cut short at 36. It is hard to believe that he cannot feel the curves of the road and the cool breeze, nor see the gathering clouds or the traffic rushing to and fro from his beloved hometown.
They are bringing dreams and hope nailed inside a 6 ft box. Farewell, dear friend.