I spent the summers of my youth wherever my father’s work as a
geologist took us, usually camped deep in a desert mountain range. I loved to watch the slow change of light and weather during the day, and the flow of stars across the sky at night.
Ancient cultures used the stars to predict the seasons and navigate the seas. For millennia, religions and myths were based on the positions of the stars. Humans have a long relationship with the stars, yet today, that connection has largely been lost. There is no more profound way to experience a sense of our small place in something infinitely large than taking time to watch the swirling stars on a dark night.