As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm golden light across the sky, he sits atop a hill, his back propped up against a gnarled old oak tree.

He takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with the crisp autumn air, and exhales slowly. His fingers drum idly against his thigh, each beat echoing through the silence.

As the light fades completely, the stars begin to twinkle in the inky black sky, casting a dappled light across the land.

Sits in a big tree watching him from far away