The Road Home - Part 3

"Yer looking forward, but it seems to me yer seeing all around us," the driver noted.

"It seems to me that you're seeing more than a driver should see too," Oliver replied.

The driver grunted in reply. The stars were shining bright up above them. Oliver had learned in his short life one or two things himself, staring at such a sky. Winter, it seemed to him, was the season of the stars. They seemed to dominate that deep blackness of the sky, whenever there weren't any clouds to block their shine. Summer, by contrast, never allowed them to settle quite as well, and didn't allow them to be properly appreciated.

Winter was a time to admire the moon – and that night too, amongst the stars, a crescent moon shone brightly – and summer was the time to admire the sun.