Nightjar

I went back to the valley at dusk. I wanted to check if it was still there and if insides of the abandoned house were no longer exposed. The colours flattened into each other as the light disappeared behind the horizon line, it all was a even grey now. I could see two ships floating out there, they moved past west every evening around this time, silhouettes hovering just above the water line. The Nightjar started to call as I made my way back, I had recently read that the Nightjar is sometimes referred to as “goatsuckers” some ancient folklore. I made my way back home past the wall of trees. The lighthouse was now on and it light up the valley in short bursts.