A Star

He peered out of his fogged up window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the winter outside. It was freezing, like what it should be, and even the house, with its small cozy fire, was not a very excellent shelter in the snow. He rubbed the window pane, hoping to wipe off the condensed vapour, but the condensed vapour had frosted into ice crystals. Discouraged, the young boy retreated into his tiny little bed and withdrew himself into thick sheets of blanket.

Meanwhile, a blizzard was blowing outside of the safety of the cozy little house. The snowstorm was merciless, blanketing millions of micro-organisms under layers of thick, deadly snow. So thick was the frost, the ground threatened to give in under the tremendous stress of the icy winter. Ice was everywhere, it was lifelessly cold.

It was evening. The young boy awoke, and peered out of the window again. Strangely, all the frost that had been there was gone. The snowstorm had subsided long ago, and some of the ice was already melting. The young'un couldn't believe his dear eyes. This time, he rubbed his eyes. Once, then again. Nothing. Everything that should have been there was gone. And he saw a bright light shining far in the distant sky.

There it was, shining brightly in the sky. Venus. The morning and evening star.

And it was there, shining.