Nights when the moon is a mere sliver somewhere distantly in the dark sky overhead where its light cannot reach us.
We avoid light of all descriptions, turning away from harmful light rays that can wreck our night vision.
As the light fades from long summer evenings, we battle mosquitoes and midges and low flying dragon flies that inhabit the low vegetation that surrounds our habitat.
In the cold brief dusk that follows the winter’s day, rugged up against the chill crisp night we pray for low humidity.
A dog barks in the distance, a satellite sails overhead. A strange light blinks on a faraway hill.
We survey the wonders of the night sky.
We are astronomers.