In the khaki darkness, upon the great shadow that the mountain had become, the roadway was a rising ribbon of light. Earnest wasn’t sure if the sun was rising or setting, as he’d awoken concussed after the battle. He rubbed the bump upon his head. The sky was boulder-grey with a glimmer of smudged sunlight. The ocean roared high onto the nearby coastline. Then the mountain blushed a tinge more green and he had his answer - it as the dawn.
When the soulful earthy browns of daylight have rested their golden hues, when the stars have come full shine, it is the headlights that lead the way until the new dawn light.
In a black night that hugged the skin, that brought full comfort to the soul, those headlights became as lighthouse beams.
Those all-white headlights became the dashing stars of that night, shining until the new day arrived.
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