We kissed and held each other for a while. The others had gone on ahead and we had lingered to watch the mist float across the fields where we had been walking and to have a little time on our own. The last field we had crossed had been muddy and our shoes were clogged and comically heavy. There were some low, grassy mounds between us and the village where we had parked the cars. It was very silent and the low mist made the scene reminiscent of a horror movie. We heard one of our friends calling us to hurry up, so we turned to follow. It had become dark while we were kissing and now it was hard to find the path but once past the mounds we could see the lights of the village and soon found our friends who were trying to clean the mud from their shoes in the long wet grass near the cars