The wind bears the stories of these roads, these houses, these people..countless stories etched by the footprints that have walked across the pavements, silent tales of little worlds, their sorrows, their joys, their hopes, their fears, their smiles and their tears. The people all leave one day, but the road remembers their footprints, the wind remembers their breath. Perhaps nobody remembers them, but their little stories remain etched in the nothingness forever all the same.