After eating late dinner at around ten in a restaurant in Burnham Park, we went home with our body tired yet our mind and soul pleased. We commuted since he commuted on his way going to the park while I was with Richie and Theo. And we had to walk for half an hour to the village. The lamp posts gave off a vibrant yellow light that illuminated our way and crickets noised the silence. And the cold night. We're grateful for the coat and blazer but they weren't enough to fight off the freezing weather.
After turning a corner, I grimaced at the sloping street ahead of us. There was a tall and wide wall on the left with growing pine trees on its flower bed. To the right was the cliff overlooking the hills and colorful houses on the other side of the mountains. Some were lit. Some were not. But
