The old clock ticking on your yellow kitchen wall just finished with its hourly alert, echoing through the house and reminding all those still awake that they should to go to bed. You think about it, pondering the wonderful moment between reality and dreams and the loveliness of crickets chirping on a spring night. Which to choose?

You find yourself carefully shutting the back door, as to not to wake anyone on this dark night. You are walking out into the yard filled with cool grass and a warm feeling in the air. You slowly shift your gaze to the sky. To your surprise it is not filled with clouds and the lights of outgoing airplanes that normally soar across the night sky, but beautiful little diamonds shining, creating silhouettes of the trees. It is like nothing you have ever seen before, something that this world should not be worthy of: an amazing display of stars on a crystal clear night. You think to yourself how wonderful it is that the millions and millions of miles that separate you from the stars themselves cannot stop the light from reaching your world. The fact that you have the eyes to see and the heart to feel something so distant yet so very close. You convince yourself that you should never leave this place, yet your tired eyes tell you otherwise. You spend a small moment taking in the whole scene: from tree top to tree top, from one side to the other, as you feel a breeze move past and the trees rustle in response. You snap your camera, and for a moment, nothing seems more real than what you cannot touch.