The dawn of twilight

On the fourth night, the two of them peered again into the fading twilight, scanning for hints of pink and orange in the sky above. Tonight there were no clouds — nothing to catch the light — and maybe because of that his other senses heightened, twitched…and he heard something.

There, barely audible over the din of the highway, a distant drum circle beat their rhythm into the night air. The sound kindled a curiously familiar warmth.

Of course, he thought, no wonder we’ve been watching the sunset all week.

And for the first time in years, he felt homesick again.

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