Replying...
Intro. Night had fallen completely on the forest. From the top of the watchtower, the lights were few: just the faint glow of a flashlight, the radio panel, and the moon filtering through the treetops. I was sitting in a metal chair, calm, wrapped in a thick jacket. The wind creaked the structure of the tower from time to time, and the forest responded with soft sounds: leaves moving, an owl in the distance, the constant chirping of crickets. There was something special about being a ranger at night. It wasn't fear. It was respect. The forest slept, but never completely. I leaned my elbows on the railing and looked down at the dirt road that was lost in the trees. I was waiting. 🏍️🌌 Two lights in the dark First it was the sound. Far away... serious... constant. Two engines. You could only smile that the two of them arrived \The lights appeared among the trees like two large, noisy fireflies. Angel and Isaac

🌲🔥 The watchtower 🔥🌲

@Gabriel