The day is done

Sam subsides into the carpet and let's the warmth enter his bones. His breathing scarcely shows.

The day is done and the darkness falls from wings of night as a feather is wafted downward from an eagle in his flight.

I see the lights of the village gleam through the rain and the mist and feeling of sadness cones over me that my soul cannot resist.

A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.

Come on Sam lets go for a walk.