The caravan of man and animal flowed forward, their minds adrift in softness, unaware of the consequences events long ago caused, and the changes made in their own appearance from it. They were no longer the same that departed two weeks ago with provisions for the camp, still four days out. So in feeling rain it wasn’t, rather that of their skin pealing open. They rode further over the plain hooves splintering on smooth sand managing another seven winding kilometers before the first horse fell into its own dust pile. Tethered the caravan simple stood there for several days till the last finally dissolved. The men however hadn’t to wait long. They blew away in that afternoons wind.