One of my most cherished memories from Jack’s childhood was of seeing the milky way, with only the faintest distant light from gas lamps to spoil it at all.
I have only experienced that wonder once in my life, at a campground in Oklahoma in 2009 when the power went out, gazing up in wonder and waxing drunkenly about the vastness of creation.
That was always something I missed. Apparently, only now is anyone realizing what a profound cultural loss this age of light pollution has brought about:
I only wish enough people cared that we could have dark skies in more places. I am very lucky to live in the western US where I could see dark skies given enough time and money to travel, but I dearly wish I could walk just a few miles from home and see it.