One clear night, the children burst into the lounge, shouting for everyone to come outside. When Alex stepped into the cool air, he saw the fields glowing—thousands of tiny lights dancing in the darkness. The children chased them, laughing, while the adults watched, arms wrapped around each other, hearts full.
That night, nobody wanted to go back inside. They made a bonfire, roasted fruit and bread, and told ghost stories under the stars. The mood turned soft and intimate as the fire burned low. Couples wandered off to the privacy of the fields, hands entwined, kisses stolen in the shimmering dark. Alex found himself lying back in the grass, Rhea's head on his chest, Lin curled up beside him, and Mara tracing lazy patterns on his arm. There was peace, desire, and belonging all tangled together.