28. Peter

He couldn’t sleep. He came out of the cave, sat on the ground, and watched the sky. The light from the crescent moon was diffuse, creating white surfaces, separated by deep shadows where anything was possible. He needed to run. He needed to stretch his limbs and burn up the energy spinning round his brain, build some distance. The hills stretched away to the north; Hawden nestled in the valley to the south. He breathed the night air into his lungs, turned his back to the moon and followed the pull of the pole.