I found the first star tonight.
  First time ever!
  Whenever my friends and I go star-gazing before they start appearing, we try to see who can spot the first star.
  Try as I might, I’ve never found the first star in our view of the sky, from which ever part of the world I happen to be on at the time.
  But tonight, I didn’t even have to seek it out, for my gaze purely landed upon it.
  T’was a precious moment, almost sacred.
  As I searched the sky to verify my good fortune, I found it good indeed, for, from my view-point, there was no other star to speck the vast sky.
  I have felt as though the Lord were blessing me, these past few days, and finding the only star visible in the whole sky felt like yet another special blessing just for me.
  
 

I stared into the sky for longer, searching and searching for other sky-diamonds to appear.
  As the sun sank deeper, or the world traveled higher or faster in its orbit, Gainesville grew darker, and the star-diamonds became brighter.
  As they all came forth, or the sky drew back, it felt like my eyes were seeing into something that was holy.
  Like, fairies dancing in the forest, or catching a glimpse of a unicorn racing between the trees, or hearing the Lord’s voice in the fire of a burning bush.
  And as I spotted them, one by one, I felt like I could see the way our globe curves, in it’s magnificent circle, and thought I might reach the top of our oasis had I a very tall ladder.

I began performing great leaps out of twirls I had learned in Jazz class praising and celebrating in admiration of the Lord’s glory.
 

Before dancing in the ensuing Night, I had been watering my mother’s fine-looking garden.
  As I held closed the hose’s handle and watched the water shower forth I thought to give myself a shock and swirled the torrent of water around my head.
  Letting go of the handle I waited in silence for one, two, three seconds till the water came pouring upon my gleeful head. Again and again I did this, marveling at how long it dallied in the air before making its descent.
  I sprayed some up, and then as it came down I sprayed more up and wondered what it must look like, in very slow motion, to see the drops that were coming down collide with the ones I had just sprayed up.
  It must be something like fireworks.
  If I could capture the brilliance I would hold my own show called Waterworks!
  And it would be dazzling.