But sometimes, just sometimes, I get a reminder that there are still beautiful things in the sky.
Tonight, just as it goes dark and the street lights come on, I walk into my kitchen and see a stunning full moon rising over the rooftops. I like the moon, so I can't help but stop and gaze for a bit.
Then, a few hours later, I leave the living room for something, and as I walk back in - facing the window - two stunningly bright stars are shining directly through it. One of them is Venus, immortalised in my favourite geekery as Earendil. As I go and look up at the sky properly, it becomes apparent that the sky is so beautifully clear that even through the haze of light from the city, a large number of stars are clearly visible. I wibble for a while.
Nature is bloody beautiful.