As I was looking out the window on my flight back home, it was the middle of the night, all the lights were off, and most people were asleep. We were flying high above the clouds, so I had the rare opportunity to really see the stars—far away from the ever-present light pollution on the ground. The longer I looked, the more stars appeared; I even saw a few shooting stars, and it felt like pure magic. I think I saw more stars than I have in a long time, not because they weren’t there, but because I hadn’t taken the time to look for them. It was a reminder to go stargazing, even when I’m not up in the sky.