At midnight I paddled my kayak out to the middle of a pond in Maine, and I looked up at the sky. Small houses dotted the shore and white lights glowed from low-watt bulbs; I was alone.  The stars above Maine are quite indescribable.  The cool air brushed my kayak with a subtle burst of wind, and tiny waves made me bob in the water like a frog riding on a leaf.  I stowed the paddles on the bow of the boat, and I rested my head on the back of my seat. 

The beauty of the unknown glowed above me, and the trivial worries I had about life evaporated.