From the cave entrance, Keith stood looking back and now it seemed the trees were far away to the right and much more sparse than before. A heavy darkness still rested on them, though an eerie light shone behind them like a previously unseen sunset.
Keith was no artist but the time there waiting and watching made him sketch what he saw. He wondered if that was a setting sun and if so how it could set without first giving light – and warmth.
The others were now stirring from their long periods of sleep and one of them had started a fire from the numerous dry wood around this flat area.
Keith liked to think it was the setting sun, it gave him hope and a little comfort. He recalled the words the little bird had told him and looked about quickly to see if he could it again.
To the right of the picture, the dense darkness of the trees held their position and Keith choose not to shown them just a brief indication to remind him (as if he needed reminding, of this!).
Sarah caught his eye distracting from his thoughts and his picture, now complete, but she held his gaze.
“Keith! What yer doin’ there?” she said looking back as she walked away.