It had ceased raining in the night and he walked out on the road and called for the dog. He called and called. Standing in that inexplicable darkness. Where there was no sound anywhere save only the wind. After a while he sat in the road. He took off his hat and placed it on the tarmac before him and he bowed his head and held his face in his hands and wept. He sat there for a long time and after a while the east did gray and after a while the right and godmade sun did rise, once again, for all and without distinction.
In the stillness of the night, the rain had stopped, and a solitary figure stepped onto the road to call for his lost dog. Amidst an overwhelming darkness, he experienced a deep sense of desolation, where only the sound of the wind disturbed the silence. Despite his calls, there was no response, leading him to sit down on the road in despair.
In a moment of vulnerability, he removed his hat...
