Down the back roads, long after the melting asphalt came to an abrupt end, listening to the my feet crunching on the gravel road. The wind whipped through the bushes alongside the road and I thought, wow, that sounds like the ocean washing ashore in the silence of night. A cluster of butterflies formed a world pool of colours just ahead of me, the stopped and fluttered in every direction as I walked past them. The scent of sugar cane filled the air, I can almost taste it. Wild cotton floated in the air above the bushes, getting caught in the wind, floating up to the sky, disappearing into the clouds. A farmer rode by on his donkey, a bunch of bananas strapped on the back of the animal. He smiled, saluted, and smiled. Two dogs followed the donkey, yapping at butterflies, or cotton that floated around them. I watched then disappear around the corner, listen until they footsteps was replaced the wind through the bushes.