I have seen dots of lights all the time. I have been seeing them embedded permanently on the blue fabric right above my head; I have seen them sparkle my eyes when I look at the Sun through the web of branches and leaves, and I have seen them suspended on the vertical plane making outlines of hills to separate them from the sky. But today I saw something that I had never seen before. I saw dots of light, the same yellow sheen that recurrently twinkled, floating. I saw groups of such dots that illuminated the grass on which I rest at a time of dusk when its not bright enough for them to not be out but not dark enough for me to not be out either.