Lone figures meander, as if through a half-waking dream. The hours before dawn journey languidly around them, enfolding the world in strange garments. Silhouettes are soon dressed in a liquid glow – a camouflage of lazy, heat-hazy air settles over the streets. The embers of one day, still glowing, yearn to catch light again. The wanderers make for home, as gentle hues and patinas melt into one another, blending their own way towards dawn.