twighlist dust

Remus was walking hastily, quickly approaching the spot. She was there. He couldn’t see much without his glasses – those he didn’t put on deliberately, he called it the “world detox” – but the splash of pink has become very visible as they reached the end of autumn in the usual twilight dust. He exhaled – he didn’t realize he was holding his breath for so long – and shortened his step.

He saw her hand raised in the air - he knew her fingers were moving slightly in her usual “salute”.

She was here.