Another cold winter night

It is dark out. The air is cool and crisp; your skin tightens and you shiver.
You sit on a park bench and look out into the dark sky, through the naked tree branches, at the light sparkling stars that shimmer and trail. It is the same as it has always been, and you are the same as you always were, looking out as you always have at the vast emptiness of space. Always with the same familiar emotions and memories flooding your mind. When does this stop?