I’ve had this image floating in my head for quite some time now: a house, on a hill, late at night, lit by a sky full of stars. It’s a picture I’ve seen in real life many times before, having once lived in central Virginia, near rolling hills and horses, and far away from city lights. On some nights, the moon rose high and the stars shone so brightly that they made the green grass and the inky blue night sky glow like it was mid-day. On summer nights, the crickets would sing, and if you were lucky enough to have a reason to be outside – be it to tend to horses or simply to walk the rolling green hills – you didn’t need a flashlight to find your way: there were plenty of lights dancing in the sky above.