And it was after many years had gone by that he asked himself, when had he stopped carrying his marbles in his pocket, especially the one he called “The Tiger’s eye”, for that was the moment when for better or for worse, he had become a grown up and learned to put up with life.
After walking for a short stretch, he carefully began to observe the sky. The moon was hiding itself behind the Nevado del Ruiz Volcano and the stars sparkled brightly against the dark black background devoid of clouds.
Engrossed in the magic of the moment, he never grasped its significance, for he was walking away from home, never to go back. His dreams and that bucolic, bountiful life in the country would stay behind him.
The boy possessed a deep knowledge of the night sky and its movement. Along with his Dad, how many times hadn’t they watched it together? His father would point out the principal stars and teach him how to find them. Also, of course, how to distinguish and find them, depending on the season.