Now it’s barely light when we go to work, and if we stay even a little late we come home in the pitch dark. At this time of year you can’t be comfortable if you need a “night light” all the time.
I don’t know the stars but I can find the Big Dipper in a flash whenever it’s visible. Now it’s not too high in the sky, and north of me. From the driveway it seems to sit gently on the roof of the house, with its handle pointed westward.
Out here there is very little ambient light. Even the lights of traffic on the interstate don't really intrude, because they aren’t constant. So on many evenings stars are very visible, and on clear nights, they sparkle.
I remember the first time we left our NJ suburbs to visit VT, thanks to friends with a home in Bridgewater. Our boys were just heading into middle school. Older Son got out of the car, looked around and said “Listen to the quiet.” Then he said “Vermont has more stars than New Jersey, and they’re right over us.” The sky was chock full of stars. They looked close enough to touch.
Looking at the stars on a cold, clear night is one way to clear the mind of the day’s travails, and bring brightness to the end of a long day.
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