"Up there among the rocks it was cold, the night wind blew. There was no moon; he could not see the desert in front of him, down below--only the hard stars above that flared in the sky."
"...by day, unless the traveler is accustomed to such quantities of dust, he is supremely conscious of its presence, and is likely to magnify the discomfort it causes him. But at night, because the stars are bright in the clear sky, he has the impression, so long as he does not move, that there is no dust."
Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky
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