The Stagecoach at Dusk: Lantern light and long roads at a horse's pace

Isla Merriweather

The road ahead is long, the light is fading, and the pace is nothing but steady hoofbeats. This is a slow ride through gathering dusk: creaking wheels, the sway of the cab, lantern glow swinging against darkening fields, and the quiet company of a driver in no hurry at all. Nothing urgent happens, nothing needs deciding, there is only distance to cover and rest waiting at the end of it.