Light.

He cuts the engine and both he and Frank are absorbed by darkness, illuminated only faintly by the pale glow seeping up from the horizon. They're sheltered by absolute silence for what feels like the first time in their relatively short lives, the weight of absent sound pressing down on their chests.

949 words.
For the Three Word's Contest.
My three words were: cold, sunrise and gone.

Also entered in this contest.
Stupidly fluffy.