It’s blue hour, and the final glow of the day is fading fast.
I’m lying with my skinny nine-year-old frame on the flat of my back in a wide, sandy riverbed staring up at the inky purple sky as stars fast flare into view. The sand still holds the warmth of the day while a cool breeze begins to blow overhead. There is an earthy, spicy smell in the air and the sound of crickets ring all around.
In this remote corner of Africa, in the middle of the Botswanan bushveld, there are no city lights to steal from the stars so they begin to blaze against the black of night.
First, the brighter stars, then smaller ones hove into view, and soon countless pinpricks of light of various intensities and colours make themselves known.
Directly over my head, I can ...
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