"See, it's there again."

Bright light shone from the edge of town on an otherwise drizzly evening.

"Sunset."

"That's north, silly. Let's go see."

She ran, and I followed, under the arched trees, leafless, prepared for the oncoming winter.

We stopped at the clearing, the light almost blinding coming from above there. Squinting, we looked up into that brightness, the drizzle obscuring everything except the brightness like sunlight.

My feet left the ground, she floating up next to me.

Words filled my head. "These are suitable. We will take them."