Blanket

Reaching through the fold down seat he pulled a blanket out of the trunk. It took a little struggling but he got it wrapped around himself. The night was cold and silent, the snow dropping from the sky in a lazy pattern. Overlooking the valley, he could see smoke and lights from the homes, warming the bodies of those who lived there. When the sun rose, the tranquil scene would be washed harsh, the sunlight doing little to warm the day. He would be going home then. And more than the light, his return would change things, for some, forever.