Cassiopeia and Andromeda.
The Geminids escaped this year. Blame it on the moon. The cold got in the way. Even the rabbits took cover. Willow doesn’t do a song and dance before she gets back in the truck.
There is plenty of excuses. Like, the beer is ice, the truck’s dead. Where the hell is the extension cord, it doesn’t matter anyway, the tires are frozen cock stiff!
A satellite travelling the pass.
The creek’s iced over. It’s quiet. With a bent ear the sound of water can be heard through the birch and spruce within a half mile on either side. Further if the snow starts falling.
From here on out it’s cold, clear sailing.