Hundreds and hundreds of stars. That great big sea of white. You can see the Milky Way, if you sit for a minute, and let it come. And that's not all. Satellites. Dozens of them. Big, small, flickering in and out of your vision. And even one lucky shooting star, but you don't get to know what I wished for. I've been waiting for it to hit me, that I'm actually here. It has. I am. And man, the stars are beautiful.
I'm having dinner tomorrow with the Yoda's, a family who has been close with the last few JETs. And I can't help but think that it's going to be an amazing year.
A good night. Very good.
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I envy you being able to see so many stars. One of the good parts about being so far from "civilization."
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