Projection

A lot of times these days when I'm heading out in the evening and I look up at the sky, I either see stars or I don't.
I look because I'm looking for those three stars in a row. Orion's Belt.
Most of the time there are a couple other ones up there but I can't see the supposed billions of stars they say there are. And sometimes, like tonight, I catch sight of this really bright spark. It looks to be the one behind that old nursery rhyme line. Like a diamond in the sky. Only when I keep watching it's gentle, almost pulsating twinkling, I realize it's moving and that it's only some plane, a late night flight heading somewhere else.