There's something special about the actual photons hitting your eyeball, instead of just looking at a picture.
Rings. Right around a whole fucking planet. Right there for everyone with a couple of hundred quid's worth of glass and aluminium and a reasonable view of the night sky to see. Just, right there in the sky, bright and clear.
You know that weird feeling when you, for whatever reason, take another route from somewhere you know well, find you've arrived at an unusual end of another place you know well. The moment of connection, realisation that these two places are linked in this way.
I felt that, but on a huge level seeing Saturn's rings for the first time. For years outerspace, without me realising, occupied a place in my encyclopedias, books, internet images from NASA. Maybe subconscious me didn't really 'believe' it was actually just above my head this whole time.