The stars are shrouded by a sleight veil this night. The brightest shine through, as light through gossamer. Around the village we walk in a silence still enough to hear the gentle fall of a cat paw. As we circle we wonder, what will we find this night. We hold a fragile hope in our hearts.
Above his house the starlight is clearer, diamond bright, and sure enough through windows, freshly washed and hung with coloured curtains, a late night light shines for the first time in weeks. She stands for a while outside the house and smiles. Inside are the sounds of life. We walk on. It is too late to call tonight. Tomorrow we will go and take flowers, yellow sunshine from the daffodil farm to brighten the room. For now we know he needs nothing, only the peace and space to live. Once more the house has its heart back.
We walk on in the darkness and the light from his window stretches out through the dark behind us.
Life is sweet.