When I look at the stars, my breath stops with my body...
My eyes wander with enthusiasm through the constellations, nebulae, bright dots, and I don't notice how I breathe at such moments.
But I always notice how a sip of breath breaks into me, escaping with a deep exhalation, alternating with a new sip and exhalation of air, and ... and a new fading in a concentrated look at the universal universe, ... in thought ...

What do I think about most often in this state?
Where will we be when we are no longer on Earth?!
Will we turn into a swift anti-body, crossing the entire universe far and wide, visiting all corners of the boundless starry space inaccessible to human understanding and not dangerous for Life?
Will we see Life in rich variety on each of the planets and stars?
Will we see each other???
I know, my Angel, I have the wrong breathing technique, ending with uneven earthly inhalations and exhalations, snatches and bursts of human emotions, thoughts, visions, a feeling of doom, .. understanding that I am small in the midst of the cosmic bulk that I am. . no, us...
But I'm breathing...
I breathe starry breath and... and You, my distant Angel...