But that night, everything seemed against me - the hardness of the boat, the sound of the water and wind, the novelty of it all - everything kept me restless and disturbed. I dreamt I had swallowed a sovereign and someone was cutting a hole in my back to take it out. I was so troubled by my dream that I woke up with a start. The boat seemed stuffy and my head ached. So I crept out from under the canvas onto the bank. 
It was a glorious night. The moon had sunk and left the earth alone with the stars. They awe us, these strange stars - So cold, so clear. And yet the night felt so full of comfort and strength. In its great presence, our small sorrows creep away, ashamed.


-Jerome, Three Men in a Boat