The stars are vivid and I can see the ‘Big Dipper’ constellation. It’s like the familiar face in the crowd that you search for it takes a while but when your eyes connect the smile is instantaneous. It’s the only group of stars I know and the only ones I need. It’s a trigger that ignites a memory that is 12 years old. My dad introduced Dip and I, we’re old friends. When I’m alone I look for the comforting ‘face’, the trigger. The memory is within and in the sky whenever I choose to cast a look. And so is he, my dad, guiding my way. Not telling me how to live, but guiding me with his constant light, his confidence that even on the rockier roads I’ll find my way. The decisions I make are not always understood but accepted. Everyone has their own star, leading them without pushing, guiding them without judgement, shining on us in the darkest of times. Find yours and believe in them because as I’ve learnt they burn bright for you. The coldest of mornings may it mean when the sky is clearest but the stars appear when your life needs their beauty.