Starry, starry night

Apparently, there are millions of people in the world who have never seen stars.

One of my favourite things, late at night when everyone else has gone to bed and the lights are out, is to wander down to the back garden and just look up.

There is an awesome (in the literal sense of the word) sense of peace to be found in quiet contemplation of the night sky. There is also a sense of privilege that I am lucky enough to be able to observe the 'majestical roof, fretted with golden fire'.

If I could make it happen, I would make it possible for every human soul to see the stars.