The inhabitants of the bar talk of the day. Everything is quiet, nothing is untoward. A loud sound was heard around midday, it is said, but it was dismissed as mere fancy, as nothing but the roar of distant thunder. Life continued on, in the village that has not yet learned how to die, and yet ever seems to seek it.
But there was a moment. Just a moment, that no one talked about, but those that were sitting silent and nursing their cups thought about, in the quiet of that slow evening.
For just a moment, the sun shone a little brighter. The world felt a little warmer. The clouds slipped away. Just a moment.
Just a moment. But maybe, it was enough.