A mysterious stranger that steps lightly on the sun-kissed pavement pops his collar as if to hide his face even further. His movements are made to be masked so no one suspects him and his biddings. His eyes, mind, and heart are dedicated to his destination. He has no sense of his golden surroundings. It only matters that nobody sees him.
The town is acting as the stranger prefers. Indifferent, unnoticing. Perfectly as aplanned. The town behaves as an oil canvas behind our mischevious character. But little do they understand that this man, this stranger, has secrets to be hidden and he most likely will keep them that way. What can be so important , though, to keep a life under such surveilance as this stranger does? why not share with the world? Whay could be lost? Maybe nobody will ever know.