I can see the light (5pm)
The fog slowly rolled out of the village much like the way it came in. The village warmed back up with the sun, which was already setting, but promising a more calmer tomorrow with its mere presence in the sky. The buildings and streets turned back to their original state. Cars, once abandoned and broken, were once again whole, and the village's supplies were re-stocked to the hilt. It was almost as if the weekend had never happened.
Almost.
Almost.