Is there anything more breathtaking and surreal than outer space? Often, I feel like there absolutely isn’t. Maybe it’s because of all the celestial masterpieces stars, galaxies, and planets paint, effortlessly sweeping us off our feet? Or maybe we feel this way about space because it’s something we can’t touch, tame, or change? Or perhaps, it’s because of that nostalgic feeling you get when it’s a warm summer night and you raise your head and look up at the sky and all the stars simultaneously remind you of how truly small you are (but in the best way possible)?
