He rode all night and in the first gray light with the horse badly drawn down he walked it out upon a rise beneath which he could make out the shape of the town, the yellow windows in the old mud walls where the first lamps were lit, the narrow spires of smoke standing vertically into the windless dawn so still the village seemed to hang by threads from the darkness.
In the early hours of dawn, a weary rider emerges from the night, guiding his exhausted horse up a rise. As the first light breaks, he views a town in the distance, marked by its characteristic yellow windows glowing within aged mud walls. The scene is serene yet haunting, with smoke rising straight into the calm air, creating an image of a village delicately suspended between night and day.
This moment captures the quiet beauty of a new day, emphasizing the contrast between the lingering darkness and the soft illumination of the town. The imagery evokes a sense of stillness, suggesting both isolation and a fragile connection to the dawn of a new chapter in life, reminiscent of the journey undertaken by the characters in McCarthy’s narrative.
