They walked along the dusty street together in companionable silence for a while. Amos finally said, “Weird planet. Walking in open air at night with no moon is breaking my head.” “I hear you. My brain keeps trying to find Orion and the Big Dipper. What’s weirder is that I keep finding them.” “That ain’t them,” Amos said. “Oh, I know. But it’s like my eyes are forcing those patterns on stars that aren’t really lined up the right way to make them.”
