All existence was slate to him now.
The pressing clouds. The lake veined with ripples and reflected woodland. The lawn, preserved in ice. His own body – heavy, cold, grey. Even his heart felt sluggish, the beat glacial slow.
A flicker out on the water caught his eye. A glow – soft as candlelight – danced towards him. The ice, the sky, the dull, flat water, all shimmered gold and silver, sparkling.
A sigh of music, a sweet song of family from long ago, caught on the breeze and was gone. Through tears, he reached towards the light.
And was home.