On Friday night, we got home late. Getting in, lighting the fire, putting away the shopping, all made it later still. The dogs still needed to be walked, so reluctantly pulling my coat around me, I headed out by myself into the wind and cold and dark. Half way down the road, I lifted my head, in spite of the wind and my resentment at having to be out in the cold - and there above me, the glory of the milky way.
When I got home, I wrapped up a tired and grumpy little boy, and walked him down the drive and away from the lights of the house. For ten minutes, we looked at the night sky. And the milky way twinkling with ancient light.