The moon was our only light that night. The heavy breath of the tired people, the crunching of the leaves as we stepped, and the voices of birds were the only noise that filled the night. No one dared to speak out of fear that their voice could get us caught and even if we could we were so tired that talking would be a waste of energy. After what felt like an eternity of walking we eventually reached an old home. The windows showed the first real light we had seen all night. The guide spoke "We rest here for the day." I had lost track of time early in the walk so I hadn't realized the sun would soon start to rise. When we all reached the door where the old couple stood they spoke " The walk must have been exhausting please come in, have a meal and get some rest." One by one we entered, shaking the couple's hands and thanking them. We scattered between the living room and kitchen. They handed out blankets, pillows and hot bowls of food. I'm not sure if the warmth I felt in that moment was from the food, the body heat of everyone, the couples hospitality, or just the serenity of the moment. It was a warmth I could embrace forever. But of course nothing lasts forever.