He leaned against the warm metal of the hood and lit a cigarette. "Any time now," he whispered to the crickets.
The light drew closer, and Silas reached into the car to turn the volume up, letting the song anchor him to the earth while he waited for the sky to open. Jesus Gonna Be Here
Most people figured the song was about the end of the world—the clouds parting and the trumpets sounding. But Silas saw it differently. To him, it was about the quiet arrival. It was about the way the wind suddenly died down, or the way a stranger might pull over just to share a thermos of coffee when the night got too long. He leaned against the warm metal of the