The view was majestic, but from that height anything would be.
He watched them from atop a gentle rolling hill, mindfully keeping his distance. His ears twitched when the winds changed.
Hank leaned his shoulder on the side of the open doorway, not sure if his body could take the weight if he hadn’t.
He stared at the razor line of the horizon and tried to remember the dusk that colored the sky as a sun dipped back into the ocean.