At the beginning of Joy of Man’s Desiring, Jean Giono gives what is probably my favorite description of the night sky:
The wind had been blowing: it had ceased, and the stars had sprouted like weeds. They were in tufts with roots of gold, full-blown, sunk into the darkness and raising shining masses of night… The sky was vibrating like a sheet of metal.
This is precisely the sky one sees three hours after sunset at ten thousand feet in the Sierra Nevada: chrome and gold, crystalline in action like frost on glass, hammered into a single symphonic immensity that plunges you fathoms down and deletes the gaps between worlds.
I had a very worthy vacation.