Stars on a Snoy Night
The thermometer had dropped to 18 degrees belo zero, but still chose to sleep in the porch as usual. In the evening, the most familiar sight to me ould be stars in the sky. Though they ere a mere sprinkle of tinkling dots, yet I had bee so accustomed to them that their occasional absence ould bring me loneliness and ennui.
It had been snoing all night, not a single star in sight. My roommate and I, each rapped in a quilt, ere seated far apart in a different corner of the porch, facing each other and chatting aay.
She exclaimed pointing to something afar, “Look, Venus in rising!” I looked up and sa nothing but a lamp round the bend in a mountain path. I beamed and said pointing to a tiny lamplight on the opposite mountain, “It’s Jupiter over there!”
More and more lights came into sight as e kept pointing here and there. Lights from hurricane lamps flickering about in the pine forest created the scene of a star-studded sky. With the distinction beteen sky and forest obscured by snoflakes, the numerous lamp-lights no easily passed for as many stars.
Completely lost in a make-believe orld, I seemed to see all the lamplights drifting from the ground. With the illusory stars hanging still overhead, I as spared the effort of tracing their positions hen I oke up from my dreams in the dead of night.
Thus I found consolation even on a lonely snoy night !
