一个星光闪耀的夜晚,我和病友埃里克躺在户外,仰望星空。当流星出现时,我们兴奋不已,并许下无数愿望。人的一生有许多简单的幸福,甚至奇迹的出现。所有这些美好的时刻都值得我们永远铭记。
Princess Margaret Rose Hospital For Crippled Children, Edinburgh. June, 1956.
We had spent all of that splendid summer day out of doors on the veranda[1] of Hut 1, high on the hill overlooking the rest of the hospital. In the late afternoon my friend Eric and I had asked if we might sleep out under the stars and had been granted permission by the ward Sister, a stern looking, but kindly lady of, to our eyes, uncertain age. We ate our evening meal, a light supper of cold cuts[2] and salad, just right for the end of a hot day. As the sun neared its setting and the fading light became a soft purpling where horizon met sky, we settled down, with no need of words, listening to the quietening sounds of day. On the roof above us a thrush sang its hymn of evensong, sweetly registering[3] its joy at being alive. We did not disturb its caroling with any words but lay enjoying our own oasis of peace.
As the twilight deepened, the night-staff brought extra blankets and hot-water bottles to keep us warm and large welcoming mugs of cocoa. In the gathering darkness we talked in quiet tones, somehow wary of disturbing the hush of evening. The lateness of the hour brought its own feeling of magic and though the day had been a long one, beginning for us around 5:30am, we did not allow sleep to intrude[4] and “steal” one minute of our “great adventure”. Instead we spoke of space-travel, of the science-fiction world of the fifties, of “Journey Into Space” (a radio serial of the time) and “Dan Dare, Pilot of the Future”, a heroic figure found within the pages of “The Eagle” comic and on radio.
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