Gradually he felt a sort of calm settle over him as he walked down from the hillside. It had been a long journey and he was exhausted. The hunger in his stomach hurt.
A low glance of weak sunlight slipped out from under the dark, heavy purple clouds. A tinge of orange in the sky reminded him of how cold his hands and feet felt, of how he longed to warm himself by a fire.
His dog was as hungry as he was. It had been over twelve hours since they had shared the last of the food together.
The purple ground swelled in front them as they pushed on towards the village. The lights flickered near the church, and in the square he could make out the shapes of the workers as they moved across the steel grey stones.
The dog sped up with him as they headed down towards the slow-moving river.