I watched the sun sink down below the horizon. It was gorgeous, majestic! The blues and reds mingling as the sun grew huge and sank slowly behind the mountain range.
I inhaled the smell of the impending night deeply; this was my favorite time of day. The heat dissipating quickly as the sounds of night overcame the sounds of day. Chirping of birds and the calling of children ceased as the crickets and frogs took over.
Would I ever see my homeland again? By morning we should be well into our journey. The herds were on the move and so were we. For the first time in my memory, food was scare. Packed and ready to go, we set out, traveling by night to avoid the scorching heat.
I gave one longing backwards glance to my childhood home then turned and joined the others as we set out on our adventure.