The sun had begun its lazy descent, casting golden-orange hues over the village. Billy and Artur stepped outside, the warmth of their nap still lingering in their limbs. The air was crisp but pleasant, carrying the faint scent of roasted corn and something sweet—maybe cinnamon or caramelized sugar.
The street near their home wasn't crowded, but alive. A couple of children chased each other around a wooden bench. A woman hung laundry on a clothesline while humming softly to herself. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked, followed by laughter.
Billy inhaled deeply. "It's warmer than I expected."
Artur glanced sideways. "Still sleepy?"
Billy shook his head, stretching his arms over his head with a little yawn. "Not anymore. It's nice… seeing everyone out. It's peaceful."
