Seeing Stars

I've always liked stars.
No, not the celebrity kind, the celestial kind.
This morning when I was standing out at my bus stop, it was still dark enough to see them clearly. Orion's belt, the Big Dipper, the Northern Star.
I didn't notice that the bus had stopped, doors open, waiting.
Even from my seat, second from the front, against the window, my eyes instantly scanned the dark sky.
I don't really understand why I like them so much. Maybe because they're proof that there are more things in the universe than just people, just us. Or maybe because they're just pretty.
I don't think I'll ever really know why.