Sun Dirt Water 3:37 (The Waifs)

Quiet, almost eerie. Only the faint sound of distant echoes, alien beasts howling at the night broke the stillness.

No words were to be spoken, it was agreed.

Lying in warmth, their bodies hot, sweaty and aching.

For years they had denied the inevitable, for years they had run from their natures.

Tonight both had faltered, in this strange land, alone – and it had been all that they had dreamed.

Standing to pick up her clothes she turned, her mouth open – he shook his head, and she smiled, walking to the door.

Tonight would be theirs if nothing else could be.