It was night, and the Sun has already left us for the other side.
It was becoming harder to believe that things existed other than what we could see.
We saw our fatigued faces in dimly lit places.
Truly, the sun is a gift, if only to be able to see other things.
It was hard to see far objects, like the horizon, but our futures seemed most visible. There were many visions of what is to come, at times hopes, at other times simply predictions.
Nothing was said until we parted, though the things unsaid were numerous and worrisome. We were all afraid that we had the same predictions, and silence relieved us from finding out.
Now sleep will relieve us more, and tomorrow the sun will rise. There will be many more things to see, and we will not worry before night.