A moment when silence spoke louder
Crossing heather at dusk, torches off, we felt the ground soften and the wind still. A barn owl slipped across our path, pale as breath. Nobody spoke. The leader smiled without light, and we all understood: this was enough. Later, by a gate, someone whispered thanks to the dark. The night did not answer, but our shoulders dropped, and every step afterwards felt less like walking and more like belonging to somewhere.