Outside, the autumn breeze howled, rustling through the skeletal branches. The gust of wind swept the dried fallen leaves off the ground.
The moon peeked behind the soft puffy clouds, showering the northern village under its soft light. The faint ray streamed through the windows, faded in the presence of the bright lights inside.
Lariette and Ruediger were still awake. Sitting on the same couch, they savored a bowl of tomato soup each to fill their tummies and warm themselves up.
Despite spending hours and energy at the festival, the pair still found the energy to chat. Their voices rang in the living room. The clock needles had just hit ten.
After finishing his bowl, Ruediger quietly sipped his drink while listening to Lariette talking. She still gushed about everything they experienced back at the festival.
From the horsecart guided tour of the village, the theater play, the pumpkin ring toss and the food they tried during the festival.
