The sound of a long train slowly breaking in the distance. The flashes of lightning in the distant sky between the hills, but too far for thunder. A cold glass of something cranberry. The feel of a shirt you haven't worn in years, but pulled out tonight on a whim. The smell of charcoal on the wind.
A silence that is intoxicating. A coolness on the cheeks and forehead from the night air. A chill in the fingers from the drink. A warmth in the breast from the same. Scratchy fabric. A glance that is one part sly, one part bashful, one part inquisitive. An acknowledgment through expressions that the world is always three ticks more complicated than it seems at first. A shrug. A sigh. A smile.