Rickshaw Puller Resting in Night Shade Vilnius

A man sits slumped against a rough brick wall, the fabric of his shirt stained with gray dust. Low tungsten light spills from a nearby window, casting a warm, orange glow that cuts through the heavy dust hanging just above the ground. The dry season air leaves the pavement cracked and pale beneath his worn shoes. His face is half-hidden in shadow, illuminated only by the soft, flickering light that outlines the curve of his shoulder. Dust motes swirl in the beam, creating a thick, suspended layer between him and the dark street. One crack in the pavement near his foot catches the light, revealing a jagged line of deep gray stone.