gazing from the porthole, the cosmos reminds me of clowns in a way you might not forget; their colors burst in nebulae above us, each star a glint of light off a sequined costume. from the outset of our journey, there's an unconfessed joy, akin to the silent admonition clowns convey through their antics—a reminder to always launch into the unknown with a heart light and full of laughter.