The stars

I look up, I see the light of the burning ball of gas that has traveled years, decades, centuries, millennia to get here. The warmth from a thermonuclear reaction that might have heated another world before so long before that beautiful light traveled through the cold and dark depths of space to be seen from our own. A thing of beauty, wonder, perfect as a subject for an artist, a fascination for a scientist, and a source of amazement for anyone in between.