Thethermometerhaddroppedto18deGREesbelowzero,butstillchosetosleepintheporchasusualThoughtheywereameresprinkleoftwinklingdots,yetIhadbecomesoaccustomedtothemthattheiroccasionalabsencewouldbringmelonelinessandennuiMyroommateandI,eachwrappedinaquilt,wereseatedfarapartinadifferentcorneroftheporch,facingeachotherandchattingawayIbeamedandsaidpointingtoatinylamplightontheoppositemountain,“It’sJupiteroverthere!”
MoreandmorelightscameintosightaswekeptpointinghereandthereWiththedistinctionbetweenskyandforestobscuredbysnowflakes,thenumerouslamp-lightsnoweasilypassedforasmanystarsWiththeillusorystarshangingstilloverhead,IwassparedtheeffortoftracingtheirpositionswhenIwokeupfrommydreamsinthedeadofnight.
ThusIfoundconsolationevenonalonelysnowynight!