The chill breeze clung to my breath as it leaves my mouth in a puff of white mist. Looking from above the mountain, the night sky almost bleeds into the town below, the twinkling light of constellations indistinguishable with the flickering torches, like the town itself was a giant mirror, reflecting the view above. I tightened the jacket around me, trying to persuade the warmth from leaving as I reluctantly breathe in the icy air, teeth clattering. Perhaps it was the cold, or perhaps it was the lack of air high up on the mountain...but I wonder wether there was a man on the otherside, looking up into our town and marveling, the lights thousands of lightyears away.