As dusk fell I watched a heron silently gliding to a small stream, a somewhat ghostly image almost prehistoric. Its almost a clear  cloud free sky, with stars shining through the dark silhouettes of the trees on my route. The cold clear air allows sound to travel, it’s such a contrast with last night. I am however happy to see the waxing crescent moon and such a plethora of stars, such a change from the dark cloud covered night sky of the last few weeks.