Under the Hot Sun #16

Under the Hot Sun — a scene soaked in heat, silence, and determination. The sun blazes high in a cloudless sky, casting sharp, unwavering shadows on the dry, cracked earth below. The air wavers in the distance, shimmering with heat mirages that blur the horizon. Cicadas scream in the background, their chorus pulsing with the rhythm of the midday swelter. A lone figure walks slowly along a dusty path—hat pulled low, shirt clinging to their back, each step deliberate. Sweat traces lines down their temples, glinting like sunlight on glass. Behind them, the world is parched and still; ahead, the road stretches on with no sign of shelter. Nearby, a rusted metal windmill creaks lazily in the dry wind, and a half-empty water canteen swings at the figure’s side. Time feels slower here, drawn out beneath the oppressive sky. But the figure doesn’t stop. Not yet. Under the hot sun, everything is stripped down to willpower and endurance. No distractions, no noise—just light, heat, and the quiet voice that says, keep going. Bud Haslett: FOMO-FUD April 2025 Image from NightCafe – Juggernaut XI / Preset: Surreal Words from ChatGPT-4.0