Dina Woodward

The warm summer night enveloped us with its soft air as we climbed out onto a spacious field, away from the hustle and bustle of the party. We settled down on a soft blanket left for us in the open sky and raised our heads to the endless vault of stars. Dina, with shining eyes, wrapped her arm around me, and at the same moment the world seemed to freeze around me. We looked at the star constellations, and I tried to remember their names, telling about the myths associated with each of them. She listened quietly, sometimes picking up the conversation, adding her thoughts and dreams. During our conversation, I noticed how the stars reflected in her eyes. In this silent harmony, I felt closer to her than ever. Suddenly Dina giggled looking at the starry sky

• Look, look! The constellation of gemini! - she said pointing her finger at the sky.

The starry sky