Comrades' Rendezvous

In the sunrise of their twilight they start to slowly gravitate toward a familiar rendezvous where, though vaguely feeling out of place knowing no one, they're reassured by a sense that they do recognize everyone: fellow trekkers, caring comrades, like birds of a forgotten feather in slow, quiet flight formation, immensely grateful at the core for being silently welcomed, comfortable among themselves, in fleeting bliss, as themselves!