A Steady Situation 2, Part 1

A quiet, pink evening. Surreptitiously windy. An eldritch twilight, and a long, calm day in the garden. When it picked up, it sent some of the long grasses lunging at each other, and they would eventually, doubtlessly, be cut.

Echoes bounced around the clearing with the peculiar light like a long-forgotten brazier casting its glare on surroundings that had changed, but never lost their centre.

The breeze billowed suddenly down the path, harbouring something, perhaps, and eagerly on its way.

A mis-step around those tools and you’ll find yourself leaking, he remembered being told.