Evening is shaping, just started darkening, the dusk is going or arriving. Even whose nose is partial functional, can fathom there is grass somewhere near, although it is not as he may have nose but without having it been well connected to the brain how would he know like a learned mind who would catch it up that it is a latched ground ready to slip him down! But the wiser soul who is forcasting his eyes of certainty are blindfolded. Yes and across the way, not surprisingly, as expected, there is a yellow filament lamp, the emergence of it being viewed coming from a nearby hut. I don't know whether it is giving him goosebumps or hope or if it is justified for him to get the lamp off as if he may have taken it as just a lamp. If I meet him, I would suggest him to go on lest the vicious circle engulf him from himself like myself.