silver skeins of muffled cloud crisscross the sky as far as I can see, and the stars are woven in the web like little breaths of air. and it is I alone and the world. still I go on, and stare in wonder as the stars grow larger and larger, and my thoughts ripple fast through my grasping fingers. I stop. I stand motionless beneath the sky, and whirling about me madly, madly the great stars of the night.