We just got back from our adventurous trip. We went up the hill to see the August shower of stars. It was something spontaneous.

As soon as we got away from the house and the streetlights, we looked up at the sky. The sight of the bright stars made us all go, "Wow...!"

I was enchanted by the city lights. They reminded me of Frascatti, a small town high up in Italy. And yet, what I saw tonight was different from Italy, because it wasn't something foreign, it was my city. It gave me a feeling of familiarity, of safety...

“… places you know so well you could describe them with your eyes closed.”

Exactly. I knew every building I was looking at.

Once we reached the plateau, we climbed a slope of the hill where we laid out our blankets and lay down on our backs. I admit, though, that I was a little scared. Of dogs, of strangers, of wild boars. But at some point, lying there on the grass, scanning the open sky, trying to understand what that fog around certain stars meant, I forgot my fear.

I felt grateful to experience such a moment with my brothers. How beautiful creation is... the fascination you feel when you try to study it.

#Status of the night:

"... and then you realize that the fear is gone. You no longer think about dogs escaping from your neighbors' yards or wild boars. Because you've been staring at the sky for too long, fascinated by shooting stars. And because you're trying to understand what that fog around some stars might be, and you say out loud that maybe it's our galaxy, when one of your brothers tells you that can't be, that it's impossible for us to see it because we're in it. "