Last night, Ivanka and I decided to brave the cold so as to get a view of the starfield, far removed from city lights. While we were stymied somewhat by the haze that exists as thickly here as in Istanbul, we nevertheless got quite a spectacular view. Stars that have been obscured for the whole of my time in Oxford were visible to the extent that it was challenging to pick out familiar constellations within the multitude. The view of the town from above, with tungsten and fluorescent lights throwing complementary colour casts, was also worth the climb and the exposure.
I now have more empathy towards astronomers who freeze themselves on windswept mountaintops, so as to capture astounding images of the sky.