The hot dry weather. A temperature that can lead to such a feeling. Such as, a temper. The anger and reason behind its word. The stupid actions. The reason for its reminisce. The reason for its slow body movement and flow, the continuous hand motions. The feeling of being free. The gliding feet, to check upon. The regeneration of something else, shall begin. Clueless to when. Knowing to how. In the end, it's finally time. A decision, not knowing to where, or even when. But a decision is a decision and decision made on this eccentric night.