The silence in that room had a warmth to it. It was the kind of silence which could only exist after years of knowing one another. There hadn’t been a need for filling the air with aimless conversation for decades. As Winters cooled themselves to become Spring, and the colours of Summer were painted over in the Autumns, the two of them stayed perched there on that hill, comforted by each other and by the family they had spread out...
