Prior to that I had never made out a constellation in the night sky. I saw the stars but could never see the pattern, which was frustrating because I am very good at pattern recognition. I remember giggling a little bit. I remember thinking, as goofy as it sounds, "hey you are out in the cold too, huh." I finished my deliveries with a warm feeling, if not warm fingers and toes.
Now I can recognize half a dozen constellations reliably, but Orion has always been special to me because he kept me company on a cold winter morning.
Tomorrow is Valentines Day.