Air is clean. Sky is blue. I take deep breaths until I feel dizzy. Across the street my reflection appears in a store window. A woman runs past me. Her hair blowing in the wind. The tree growing out of the pavement provides a welcome shade. Birds sit on it´s branches. Singing. It is morning. I am happy. I bend down to pat a dog that sniffs at the crimson coloured body parts slowly dry in the blazing sun. The smell of blood becomes fainter as they dry. He loves me. He loves me not.