The sun slipped behind the horizon, and the air finally began to cool.
“You tired, mate?” the tall guy asked, catching his breath.
“No—” I tried, then dropped onto the grass, lungs burning.
“…yeah.”
I leaned back against the tree, staring at the fading light between the branches.
“Not so hot now, eh?”
“Yeah.”
The sky dimmed.
“Feels like winter’s coming.”