“The winter night could not have been more perfect, more conducive to stargazing. There was no wind save for the exhalations of nervous anticipation.
“Hats were donned, glinting in the dark.
“Sirius in all its brilliant glory.
“Mark and Peggy stared at the brightest light in the heavens. They took off their hats. They looked into the galaxy of each other’s eyes. They clasped hands, carrying their hats in the other, and walked off into the deep brush.