Summer 1875 – A Winding Down of the Light

 

We watched the sun descend beyond the sea. The fires behind us prevented the dark from truly settling onto the land. None of us cared. Most of the children had fallen into slumber when we settled on the beach. Those who had not gone down at arrival, did so before the stars filled the sky. The adults passed bottles and flasks and made little conversation. Soon they too began to curl up and let their exhaustion take over. 

Father drank only water from his canteen. He smiled. He said, “That was two. There are three more. Be ready.”

I nodded.