The snow dampened his steps, as he trudged the long winding path to the barn, compelled onward by a growing urge. This was just enough to illuminate the way. However, a vast spectacle of numerous stars, a sight many years yet to be concealed by modern city lights, reflected off a Midwest corn field covered by newly fallen snow.
Quickly turning and walking stealthily away from the house, Brett saw that the dark autumn sky had no moon to reveal his presence. He closed his window slowly, preventing it from making any noises. He involuntarily shivered, not so much from the cold, but from a mixture of fear and excitement. Sneaking out of his father’s farmhouse, Brett jumped silently down out of his bedroom window into the cold night air.
