Red dust

Dry season is back again. All the mud will soon be dust.
Our clothes and shoes are again red of Voinjama dust.Our cars are full of dust, roads are full of dust. Where before we risked to get stuck in the mud, now we risk to crash against the approaching vehicle, invisible in a cloud of dust.
Mornings and nights are cool, evenings are perfumed with honey and flowers.
Sunsets glitter of red and orange light, and the trees look draw against the sky.