Panting a little, the man rested his shoulder against the wall, craning his head up toward heaven as he gasped. There was something of blue there, something of brightness, and as his breathing eased, he shook himself and got back on his feet.
Brushing the dust from the sleeve which had rested against the bricks, he forced himself on, feeling every aching muscle of his frame crying out for rest, but rest was not near. Many hours still to night, and even then, he wondered if the job would be done by then. Done or not, he knew he’d be.
