hat
Yon swa krepi mwa Jen an mwen menm s' nan sak mwen dòmi an nan 10,000 pye nan plani Île Sierra a. Isit la, byen lwen limyè ak haze ki Bay nan zòn nan, syèl la, twou nwa, men byen pwès ak twinkling pwen fèb wisps cottony limyè. Lè mwen gade nan kwen an de je m, ti lanp fèb vin gen plis defini, vin pi fasil pou percevoir tankou zetwal. Pou konte yo tou sa ta pran ane sa yo, si l' pa t ' menm posib. Dapre resansman semble enkonpreyansib.
eng
On a crisp June night I'm lying in my sleeping bag at 10,000 feet in the Sierra's Desolation Wilderness. Here, far from the light and haze of the Bay Area, the sky is deep black, but thick with twinkling dots and dim wisps of cottony light. When I look from the corner of my eye, the dim lights become more defined, easier to perceive as stars. To count them all would take years, if it was even possible. The number seems incomprehensible.