The Bortle scale figures out backyard sky quality

If I were to write a book, here would be the ending paragraph.

I’m lying on the ground and looking skyward with no lights in any direction – in fact no humans anywhere I can hear or see. My only companion is the stary sky above. Everything, including myself, dissolves into the star-littered sky.

I’m floating. The trees and sounds have disappeared. I reach up and point to the stars, like Michelangelo and God touching fingers as in the fresco painting, The creation of Adam.