Slows strands of sweat wound down his arms, leaving a brief glistening trail before drying under the intense heat. Each bead dragged itself in fits and bursts, held by a hair or some pore. They hung like dew on grass before, as one or as many, they were shaken loose to traipse a half-inch further. Every few minutes, a particularly jarring movement would shudder each drop loose to spatter against the dust. The trails would shrivel out and for a moment the arms would be dry, before the a drop would once again form and begin it’s painful journey downwards.