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          One time at Work Crew, two friends, Kevin and Raciel, and I snuck out at night to go stargazing. In Puerto Rico, there are no stars in the sky at night, not because they don't exist, but because their is too much light pollution. I had never put much thought into their existence because they were tiny little things that I couldn't even see. Here, at a summer camp in the isolated up-state region of New York, you could look up at the sky at any moment (at night) to admire the always visible, always vibrant North Star, the Big Dipper, and the Little Dipper. These three constellations danced in the sky as I told my friend Kevin how beautiful they were and had never seen anything like it. Kevin started laughing at me.

          Apparently, the 5 camp lights strewn about the main area were too bright. Kevin lead us up to the roof uf the dining hall. Once we were over the sloped roof, out of the view of the lights, we laid down on the elevation of a window opening, and then I saw the most beautiful thing in the world.

          More than the beautiful images and bright colors you see when you peek into a kaleidoscope. More than a sunset filled with orange, pink, and blue dashes of solar perfection. More than a garden awash in deep yellow, red, and blue flowers, filled with the aroma of the sweetest fruit in the world.

          The sky was filled with more stars than I could count. Kevin "the Star Master" would guide us and instruct where each constellation was, which stars were central to the figure, and how to find the rest of the image by tracing lines between stars. Hanging around our stellar drawing pad was large nebulaic (is that a word?) cloud, the milky way, in all its beauty and elegance. And I was in awe: of Kevin, of the sky, of God's creation.

          And it was perfect and beautiful.

SBTRKT - Look at Stars (Machinedrum Remix)

AlunaGeorge - Superstar (Cosmo's Midnight x Lido Remix)