In the fall of 2025, Crane Beach opened its shores on a moonless night for stargazers. I felt as if I'd walked into a surrealist painting. Above me, the sky was black, scattered with millions of glittering stars. Beneath my feet, the sand glowed faintly white in the darkness. The gentle crash of waves and the salty scent of the ocean filled the air, and in the distance, the shadows of trees, rocks, and marsh grasses blurred into the landscape. There was a grandeur to that space—where earth met galaxy, water met air, and sand met stone—that felt complete Walking toward the water, I was overwhelmed by the sense of wholeness and calmness in that moment.