Jules
Chapter 6 – Jules and the Star Map
Jules looks up at the night sky. What if the blackness wasn't an absence of light, but a space filled with stories to discover?
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Jules is no longer afraid of the dark. He walks without light and sleeps peacefully.
But one evening, he looks at the sky and asks himself a question:
— Why is darkness frightening when it is filled with stars?
He sees lots of little bright dots, but he doesn't know how to recognize them.
He wants to learn.
The next day, he went to see his grandfather.
— Grandpa, why do stars form patterns?
Grandpa laughs and picks up a book.
— Do you want to learn? Tonight, we'll look at the sky together!
Jules can't wait!
In the evening, Jules and his grandfather settled down in the garden.
Grandpa points his finger at the sky.
— Look there, can you see the Big Dipper?
Jules squints.
— Um… I see lots of stars…
Grandpa traces a shape in the air.
— Imagine a giant ladle.
Jules watches and smiles.
— Oh! I see her!
He draws in his notebook.
Grandpa shows Orion, the hunter's belt, then other stars.
Jules carefully filled out his card.
Jules looks at the sky and feels at peace.
— The black is not empty… It is filled with stars!
His grandfather smiled at him.
— And you know, my little Jules? The stars will always be there, even when it's dark.
Jules closes his notebook and falls asleep happily, dreaming of a sky filled with constellations.
But one evening, he looks at the sky and asks himself a question:
— Why is darkness frightening when it is filled with stars?
He sees lots of little bright dots, but he doesn't know how to recognize them.
He wants to learn.
The next day, he went to see his grandfather.
— Grandpa, why do stars form patterns?
Grandpa laughs and picks up a book.
— Do you want to learn? Tonight, we'll look at the sky together!
Jules can't wait!
In the evening, Jules and his grandfather settled down in the garden.
Grandpa points his finger at the sky.
— Look there, can you see the Big Dipper?
Jules squints.
— Um… I see lots of stars…
Grandpa traces a shape in the air.
— Imagine a giant ladle.
Jules watches and smiles.
— Oh! I see her!
He draws in his notebook.
Grandpa shows Orion, the hunter's belt, then other stars.
Jules carefully filled out his card.
Jules looks at the sky and feels at peace.
— The black is not empty… It is filled with stars!
His grandfather smiled at him.
— And you know, my little Jules? The stars will always be there, even when it's dark.
Jules closes his notebook and falls asleep happily, dreaming of a sky filled with constellations.
Jules is proud of himself. He can now walk in the dark without turning on the light. His inventions have helped him, but he knows that the most important thing is everything he has learned about the night and his own fear.
However, one question still lingers in his mind.
As he looks out the window, he sees the starry sky. Thousands of tiny points of light twinkle in the vast blackness. He wonders:
— Why was I so afraid of the dark, when the night is filled with light?
He watches the stars shining, forming mysterious shapes. Some seem to depict animals, others objects. He would like to understand these patterns in the sky, but he doesn't know where to begin. There are so many!
It's decided: he needs an expert!
The next morning, Jules had an idea. His grandfather loved astronomy. He even had an old telescope in his attic and books full of star charts.
What if he was the one teaching her to read the sky?
Jules puts on his shoes and runs to Grandpa's house. As soon as he arrives, he asks him a thousand questions:
— Grandpa, how do we recognize the stars? Why do they form patterns? Is it true that they shine even brighter in winter? And the Moon, does it change shape?
His grandfather laughed and handed him an old astronomy book. The pages were a little yellowed, but the illustrations were magnificent.
— You're curious, Jules. It reminds me of when I was your age. Come, tonight, I'll show you the constellations.
Jules is bursting with impatience! He spends all day leafing through the book. He discovers strange names: Cassiopeia, Andromeda, the Swan...
In the evening, they settled in the garden with warm blankets and a pair of binoculars. The sky was clear, perfect for stargazing.
Grandpa teaches him how to spot the constellations.
— Look up there, Jules. Do you see that large shape?
Jules raises his head and blinks.
— Um… I see lots of stars…
His grandfather takes his finger and traces an invisible path in the black sky.
— This is the Big Dipper. Look closely, it looks like a large ladle.
Jules concentrates. Little by little, he begins to connect the stars. It's like a connect-the-dots game, but in the sky!
He takes his notebook and draws everything he sees. He traces the lines between the stars, noting their positions.
— There, Orion! You look like a hunter with a belt!
— Exactly! And you see those three stars lined up? That's Orion's Belt.
Jules notes down the names and shapes, amazed. Each constellation has a story, a legend. Grandpa tells him the one about Orion, the great hunter.
After a long moment, Jules puts down his pencil and looks at the sky with new eyes.
The dark is not empty. It is filled with stories and light. Every star is a point of light in the darkness.
He lies down in the grass and sighs with happiness.
— Before, I was afraid of the dark… Now, I see that it is full of wonders.
Grandpa ruffles her hair while smiling.
— And you know, Jules, when you're scared at night, look at the sky. The stars will always be there to guide you.
Jules smiled and clutched his notebook tightly to him.
That night, Jules fell peacefully asleep, his stargazing notebook on his bedside table. Through the window, he could see the Big Dipper watching over him. He knew that, even in the darkness, there would always be a light somewhere for him.to guide.
However, one question still lingers in his mind.
As he looks out the window, he sees the starry sky. Thousands of tiny points of light twinkle in the vast blackness. He wonders:
— Why was I so afraid of the dark, when the night is filled with light?
He watches the stars shining, forming mysterious shapes. Some seem to depict animals, others objects. He would like to understand these patterns in the sky, but he doesn't know where to begin. There are so many!
It's decided: he needs an expert!
The next morning, Jules had an idea. His grandfather loved astronomy. He even had an old telescope in his attic and books full of star charts.
What if he was the one teaching her to read the sky?
Jules puts on his shoes and runs to Grandpa's house. As soon as he arrives, he asks him a thousand questions:
— Grandpa, how do we recognize the stars? Why do they form patterns? Is it true that they shine even brighter in winter? And the Moon, does it change shape?
His grandfather laughed and handed him an old astronomy book. The pages were a little yellowed, but the illustrations were magnificent.
— You're curious, Jules. It reminds me of when I was your age. Come, tonight, I'll show you the constellations.
Jules is bursting with impatience! He spends all day leafing through the book. He discovers strange names: Cassiopeia, Andromeda, the Swan...
In the evening, they settled in the garden with warm blankets and a pair of binoculars. The sky was clear, perfect for stargazing.
Grandpa teaches him how to spot the constellations.
— Look up there, Jules. Do you see that large shape?
Jules raises his head and blinks.
— Um… I see lots of stars…
His grandfather takes his finger and traces an invisible path in the black sky.
— This is the Big Dipper. Look closely, it looks like a large ladle.
Jules concentrates. Little by little, he begins to connect the stars. It's like a connect-the-dots game, but in the sky!
He takes his notebook and draws everything he sees. He traces the lines between the stars, noting their positions.
— There, Orion! You look like a hunter with a belt!
— Exactly! And you see those three stars lined up? That's Orion's Belt.
Jules notes down the names and shapes, amazed. Each constellation has a story, a legend. Grandpa tells him the one about Orion, the great hunter.
After a long moment, Jules puts down his pencil and looks at the sky with new eyes.
The dark is not empty. It is filled with stories and light. Every star is a point of light in the darkness.
He lies down in the grass and sighs with happiness.
— Before, I was afraid of the dark… Now, I see that it is full of wonders.
Grandpa ruffles her hair while smiling.
— And you know, Jules, when you're scared at night, look at the sky. The stars will always be there to guide you.
Jules smiled and clutched his notebook tightly to him.
That night, Jules fell peacefully asleep, his stargazing notebook on his bedside table. Through the window, he could see the Big Dipper watching over him. He knew that, even in the darkness, there would always be a light somewhere for him.to guide.
Jules is proud of himself. He can now walk in the dark without turning on a light. His inventions have helped him, but he knows that the most important thing is everything he has learned about the night and his own fear. He has discovered that the dark is not his enemy, that it can even become his friend.
However, one question still lingers in his mind.
As he looks out of his bedroom window, he sees the starry sky. Thousands of tiny points of light twinkle in the vast black expanse. Some shine brighter than others, creating fascinating patterns. He wonders:
— Why was I so afraid of the dark, when the night is filled with light?
He watches the stars shining, forming mysterious shapes. Some seem to depict animals, others objects or people. He squints to see better. There, that looks like a saucepan. Here, perhaps a bird with outstretched wings? He would like to understand these patterns in the sky, but he doesn't know where to begin. There are so many! And how can he know which ones to look at first?
It's decided: he needs an expert!
The next morning, Jules woke up with a brilliant idea. His grandfather loved astronomy. He even had an old telescope in his attic and dozens of books full of star charts. When Jules was little, Grandpa sometimes showed him the Moon through his binoculars.
What if he was the one teaching her to read the sky?
Jules jumps out of bed, gets dressed quickly, and runs to Grandpa's house. He knocks on the door, his heart pounding. As soon as his grandfather opens it, Jules launches into a barrage of questions:
— Grandpa, how do we recognize the stars? Why do they form patterns? Is it true that they shine even brighter in winter? And the Moon, does it change shape? And the planets, can we see them too?
His grandfather laughed and placed his hand on Jules' shoulder. He invited him in and handed him an old astronomy book.
The pages are slightly yellowed with age, the cover is worn, but the illustrations are magnificent. Sky charts, photos of colorful nebulae, diagrams of constellations.
"You're curious, Jules. It reminds me of when I was your age. I used to spend my nights observing the sky with my father. Come on, tonight, I'll show you the constellations."
Jules is bursting with excitement! He spends all day at his grandfather's house leafing through the book. He discovers strange and poetic names: Cassiopeia, Andromeda, the Swan, Pegasus... Each constellation has a story, a legend from Greek mythology. Heroes, monsters, gods...
As evening fell, they settled in the garden with warm blankets and binoculars. Grandpa also brought a thermos of hot chocolate and some biscuits. The sky was clear, cloudless, perfect for stargazing. The moon was only a thin crescent, allowing the stars to shine brightly.
Grandpa unfolds a star chart and turns on a small red lamp so as not to dazzle their eyes, which are used to the dark.
"Red light," he explains, "allows us to maintain our night vision."
Jules finds it fascinating. Astronomy is definitely full of secrets!
Grandpa teaches him how to spot the constellations, starting with the easiest ones.
— Look up there, Jules. Do you see that large shape?
Jules raises his head and blinks.
— Uh… I see lots of stars… They’re everywhere!
His grandfather smiled. He took Jules' finger and followed an invisible path in the black sky.
- Here,That's the Big Dipper. Look closely, it looks like a big ladle. Do you see those seven main stars?
Jules concentrates. He counts the stars. One, two, three... yes, there are seven! Little by little, he begins to connect the stars. It's like a connect-the-dots game, but in the sky! The picture takes shape before his eyes.
— Ah yes! I see her now!
He takes his notebook and draws everything he sees. He traces the lines between the stars, notes their positions, and writes the name of the constellation in capital letters.
Grandpa then shows him how to use the Big Dipper to find Polaris, the star that always points north.
— Sailors used it to orient themselves at sea. It never moves.
Jules is impressed. The stars can be used as a compass!
— And there, Jules, look south. Do you see those three stars lined up?
Jules turns his head. Yes, he sees them! Three stars, perfectly straight, shining brightly.
— That's Orion's Belt!
- He looks like a hunter with a belt!
— Exactly! And if you look closely, you can see his shoulders, his feet, and even his sword hanging from his belt.
Jules squints and, sure enough, he begins to see the whole character. It's magical! He carefully draws Orion in his notebook.
Grandpa then told him the legend of Orion, the great hunter who boasted that he could kill all the animals on Earth. To punish him for his pride, the gods placed him in the sky, eternally pursued by a scorpion.
— That's why we never see Orion and Scorpio in the sky at the same time, explains Grandpa with a wink.
Jules notes everything in his notebook. The names, the shapes, the stories. Each constellation becomes like a friend he gets to know.
They spend several hours in the garden. Grandpa also shows him Cassiopeia, which looks like a W, the Swan flying through the Milky Way, and even some planets. Venus shines like a diamond near the horizon.
Jules drinks his hot chocolate while contemplating the spectacle. He feels small beneath this immensity, but not frightened. On the contrary, he feels connected to something grand, beautiful, and ancient.
After a long moment, Jules puts down his pencil and looks at the sky with new eyes.
The dark is not empty. It is filled with stories and light. Each star is a point of light in the darkness, like a natural nightlight. The night is not a monster; it is a theater where the oldest show in the world is performed.
He lies down in the grass and sighs with happiness.
— I used to be afraid of the dark… Now I see that it is full of wonders. I understand better why you love astronomy so much, Grandpa.
His grandfather lay down next to him and also looked at the sky. They remained silent for a moment, simply happy to be together under the stars.
Then Grandpa ruffles her hair while smiling.
— And you know, Jules, when you're afraid of the night, look at the sky. The stars will always be there to guide you. They've been shining for millions of years, and they'll continue to shine long after we're gone.
Jules smiled and clutched his notebook tightly to him. He felt as if he had discovered a treasure.
— I'll come back and observe with you, Grandpa. There are still so many constellations to discover!
— With pleasure, my dear. The universe is vast, we have plenty to keep us busy!
That night, Jules returned home with a light heart. He fell peacefully asleep, his stargazing notebook resting on hisbedside table. Through the window, he glimpses the Big Dipper watching over him like an old friend. He knows now that, even in the darkness, there will always be a light somewhere to guide him. The night is no longer his enemy. It has become his accomplice, the one who reveals the wonders of the starry sky.
However, one question still lingers in his mind.
As he looks out of his bedroom window, he sees the starry sky. Thousands of tiny points of light twinkle in the vast black expanse. Some shine brighter than others, creating fascinating patterns. He wonders:
— Why was I so afraid of the dark, when the night is filled with light?
He watches the stars shining, forming mysterious shapes. Some seem to depict animals, others objects or people. He squints to see better. There, that looks like a saucepan. Here, perhaps a bird with outstretched wings? He would like to understand these patterns in the sky, but he doesn't know where to begin. There are so many! And how can he know which ones to look at first?
It's decided: he needs an expert!
The next morning, Jules woke up with a brilliant idea. His grandfather loved astronomy. He even had an old telescope in his attic and dozens of books full of star charts. When Jules was little, Grandpa sometimes showed him the Moon through his binoculars.
What if he was the one teaching her to read the sky?
Jules jumps out of bed, gets dressed quickly, and runs to Grandpa's house. He knocks on the door, his heart pounding. As soon as his grandfather opens it, Jules launches into a barrage of questions:
— Grandpa, how do we recognize the stars? Why do they form patterns? Is it true that they shine even brighter in winter? And the Moon, does it change shape? And the planets, can we see them too?
His grandfather laughed and placed his hand on Jules' shoulder. He invited him in and handed him an old astronomy book.
The pages are slightly yellowed with age, the cover is worn, but the illustrations are magnificent. Sky charts, photos of colorful nebulae, diagrams of constellations.
"You're curious, Jules. It reminds me of when I was your age. I used to spend my nights observing the sky with my father. Come on, tonight, I'll show you the constellations."
Jules is bursting with excitement! He spends all day at his grandfather's house leafing through the book. He discovers strange and poetic names: Cassiopeia, Andromeda, the Swan, Pegasus... Each constellation has a story, a legend from Greek mythology. Heroes, monsters, gods...
As evening fell, they settled in the garden with warm blankets and binoculars. Grandpa also brought a thermos of hot chocolate and some biscuits. The sky was clear, cloudless, perfect for stargazing. The moon was only a thin crescent, allowing the stars to shine brightly.
Grandpa unfolds a star chart and turns on a small red lamp so as not to dazzle their eyes, which are used to the dark.
"Red light," he explains, "allows us to maintain our night vision."
Jules finds it fascinating. Astronomy is definitely full of secrets!
Grandpa teaches him how to spot the constellations, starting with the easiest ones.
— Look up there, Jules. Do you see that large shape?
Jules raises his head and blinks.
— Uh… I see lots of stars… They’re everywhere!
His grandfather smiled. He took Jules' finger and followed an invisible path in the black sky.
- Here,That's the Big Dipper. Look closely, it looks like a big ladle. Do you see those seven main stars?
Jules concentrates. He counts the stars. One, two, three... yes, there are seven! Little by little, he begins to connect the stars. It's like a connect-the-dots game, but in the sky! The picture takes shape before his eyes.
— Ah yes! I see her now!
He takes his notebook and draws everything he sees. He traces the lines between the stars, notes their positions, and writes the name of the constellation in capital letters.
Grandpa then shows him how to use the Big Dipper to find Polaris, the star that always points north.
— Sailors used it to orient themselves at sea. It never moves.
Jules is impressed. The stars can be used as a compass!
— And there, Jules, look south. Do you see those three stars lined up?
Jules turns his head. Yes, he sees them! Three stars, perfectly straight, shining brightly.
— That's Orion's Belt!
- He looks like a hunter with a belt!
— Exactly! And if you look closely, you can see his shoulders, his feet, and even his sword hanging from his belt.
Jules squints and, sure enough, he begins to see the whole character. It's magical! He carefully draws Orion in his notebook.
Grandpa then told him the legend of Orion, the great hunter who boasted that he could kill all the animals on Earth. To punish him for his pride, the gods placed him in the sky, eternally pursued by a scorpion.
— That's why we never see Orion and Scorpio in the sky at the same time, explains Grandpa with a wink.
Jules notes everything in his notebook. The names, the shapes, the stories. Each constellation becomes like a friend he gets to know.
They spend several hours in the garden. Grandpa also shows him Cassiopeia, which looks like a W, the Swan flying through the Milky Way, and even some planets. Venus shines like a diamond near the horizon.
Jules drinks his hot chocolate while contemplating the spectacle. He feels small beneath this immensity, but not frightened. On the contrary, he feels connected to something grand, beautiful, and ancient.
After a long moment, Jules puts down his pencil and looks at the sky with new eyes.
The dark is not empty. It is filled with stories and light. Each star is a point of light in the darkness, like a natural nightlight. The night is not a monster; it is a theater where the oldest show in the world is performed.
He lies down in the grass and sighs with happiness.
— I used to be afraid of the dark… Now I see that it is full of wonders. I understand better why you love astronomy so much, Grandpa.
His grandfather lay down next to him and also looked at the sky. They remained silent for a moment, simply happy to be together under the stars.
Then Grandpa ruffles her hair while smiling.
— And you know, Jules, when you're afraid of the night, look at the sky. The stars will always be there to guide you. They've been shining for millions of years, and they'll continue to shine long after we're gone.
Jules smiled and clutched his notebook tightly to him. He felt as if he had discovered a treasure.
— I'll come back and observe with you, Grandpa. There are still so many constellations to discover!
— With pleasure, my dear. The universe is vast, we have plenty to keep us busy!
That night, Jules returned home with a light heart. He fell peacefully asleep, his stargazing notebook resting on hisbedside table. Through the window, he glimpses the Big Dipper watching over him like an old friend. He knows now that, even in the darkness, there will always be a light somewhere to guide him. The night is no longer his enemy. It has become his accomplice, the one who reveals the wonders of the starry sky.