I’m talking about looking into a star studded sky on a cloudless night. Has a surreal feel to it. Almost enchanting. Like you’ve stepped into a painting, or a dream, or deep space itself.
The scene draws me out of myself, out of my world, my time. Must have been such a night that inspired the psalmist:
When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers,
The moon and the stars, which You have ordained;
What is man that You take thought of him,
And the son of man that You care for him? (Psalm 8:3-4).