All across the Village, people were murmuring to eachother and pointing up to the heavens. Doors were opened, parasols were closed so as to get a better view.

A child’s finger found the blazing dot in the night sky and traced its path. The murmurs became astonished whispers; the whispers became raised voices. No one, not here or in any neighboring village, had seen something like this in a long time, if at all.

Finally, the yellow light seemed to blink out. It had vanished just below the horizon. People lingered, as if waiting to see any more activity. Eventually, nothing happened and everyone returned to their homes.

Then, as the last door closed, a yellow light flashed on the horizon.