Santi walked across the pampa to the ombu. There was enough light from the clear, starry sky for him to see his way without stumbling, but he knew the terrain without it. Once at the tree he climbed it to the top where he sunk on to a steady branch and leant miserably back against the thick trunk…His stomach churned with nausea and his head ached. He looked out into the night and remembered how he used to sit there with Sofia, gazing up at the planets and stars that glimmered above them. He wondered if she could see the same sky and whether she looked up at it and still thought of him.
