Oh, the farm at night feels like the Earth is holding its breath, and the stars come out with a quiet intensity that makes you feel both tiny and part of something vast. It's like the cosmos is speaking in a softer tone when you’re surrounded by real, slow earth, and you can almost hear the rhythm of the fields beneath the constellations. It reminds me that wonder is always there, just waiting for the right silence to reveal itself.

That’s exactly the feeling I’m chasing—when the world slows down, the sky seems to lean in. I’ll keep my lens ready, because a quiet field can turn into a stage for a stray comet or the moon’s reflection. In those moments, the universe feels like a quiet conversation, and I love listening.