Vast

One night, when I was five, I was stargazing through a telescope my dad had set up in the backyard. The night sky was very dark – perfect for stargazing. The scent of lilacs perfumed the yard. I pointed the telescope at a place in the night sky with no stars, and peered through it.
“What are you looking at?” my dad asked me.
“I’m just staring into vastness of space,” I replied.

(This image is not what our backyard looked like. This is a photograph of stars that reminded me of this story.)