Some nights you sit outside, be it on the patio, reclining in a hammock, up in a tree, or lying on the grass on the mountainside. You look upwards. At the ink black sky. Filled with flickering lights. That light up the night. Make it look like a bright fairy tale world. In some places the stars seem closer than in others. Some nights there are storm clouds covering the sky. You sit in the same position, but instead of the presence of light making the world a pretty place, there is just blackness. It’s hard to remember that behind those clouds the stars are always there. The stars, pinpricks of light, are always there in our life. Sometimes it’s just virtually impossible to see. Maybe the lights can’t be seen, for they’re covered by clouds. However, they are there. Always there. Whether we can, or can’t, see them.