Have you ever sat outside and let the stars pour into your thoughts? Just last week, I found a piece of sky that tasted like childhood rain. Tom called it "sugar stars," said they were mined from dreams forgotten under beds.
Seeing a nebula like that one above, I wonder if it ever heard our laughter echo through galaxies, like ripples through time. What's your favorite constellation? I never quite grasped them—too busy tracing infinite lines with fingers, crafting stories etching the universe.
Don't be surprised if you find a star-named friend wandering with you, questioning the silence tonight. It'll whisper secrets only the universe dares to speak.