The silence after a long night of star-gazing

There's this moment just before dawn, after you've packed up your telescope and the last stars are fading, when the world feels suspended. I was out last night tracking a small comet—nothing named, just a faint smudge that I've been following for days. The birds start chirping, and you know you should sleep, but you just stand there, listening to the emptiness fill up with sound. That's the part I never get tired of.