GRIMETON PEAK     
                                    
                                   
                                    
                                       
                                    
                                 
                                          
 GRIMETON, THE MOUNTAIN  PEAK OF  ETERNAL 
 SPRING.  AND  EVEN  THOUGH  THAT'S  ONLY 
 ACTUALLY  TRUE  AT  A  BELT  ALONG   THE 
  CIRCUMFERENCE, THAT BELT IS PRECISELY   
          WHERE THE STATION IS.           
                                          
  FROST ON THE WINDOWS GLOWING YELLOW IN  
  THE MORNING SUN, SMALL BIRDS CHIRPING   
  FROM THE YOUNG TREES. PATCHES OF SNOW   
    ON THE GRASS... MELTWATER FROM THE    
                 ANTENNA.                 
                                          
   WE WOULD WAKE UP AS THE SUN HIT OUR    
     FACES, BRINGING US BACK FROM THE     
    DEPTHS; THE NATURE OF THE NIGHT WAS   
    ALSO DIFFERENT, AS IF THE DARKNESS    
  BEHIND OUR EYELIDS WAS CLEARER AND YOU  
      COULD SEE FURTHER THAN BEFORE.      
                                          
    BREAKFAST, THEN A WALK THROUGH THE    
 GROUNDS TO SEE IF THINGS WERE IN ORDER.  
  SOME MORNINGS A TREE WOULD HAVE FALLEN, 
 OR TILES WOULD'VE DROPPED OFF A ROOF. A  
     FEW TIMES ELECTRICITY WAS OUT...     
    USUALLY THEN A DEAD MOUSE WOULD BE    
   FOUND AT THE BATTERIES, HAVING GNAWED  
             THROUGH A CABLE.