Across the deserted landscape, she approaches twin town gates, mountains her backdrop.
Her eyes are hidden within a soft, fluted hood, but they glare out.
No one can see, but she can.
She tapped into a vein of anger, one that had been bled many times over the past months.
She closed her eyes within the hood, still walking, meditated for a few moments on that hard knot.
What had been in her mind dissipated as vapour over that dust.