twinkling stars

Sometimes in very deep night, I stand on my veranda in dark. No noise, except the noise of night insects, sudden loud piercing of an owl or a flying bat. I try to listen the every details of sound around. I look at the sky. Sometime it’s cloudy, sometime it’s full of twinkling stars. Those are past, millions years past. The present condition of those stars could possible to see millions years later. Whenever we look at the stars, we look at the past of this universe. How big the nature itself. I get a shiver feeling. I’m proud of being a part of this amazing nature.