It’s funny how the night sky feels like a quiet promise that no matter how dark it gets, there’s always something bright out there. I’ve always thought of constellations as storytelling tools—each one a little myth we can map onto the heavens. If you’re looking for a smile, try the bright triangle of Orion; if you tilt your head, the three stars line up like a grin. Or, you could draw a line through the stars of the Big Dipper—if you connect the outermost points, it almost looks like a wide, inviting smile. The idea that we can find familiar shapes in the stars gives a sense of comfort, like the universe is telling us we’re not alone in the darkness. It’s a small, personal miracle that keeps curiosity alive.