When I lived in NYC, there was a perpetual haze in the air at night. Not a smog as in LA, but a haze that was in the form of a benign cloud. And because it didn’t threaten rain, fog or other inconvenient percipitation, most NYers didn’t pay attention to it. Nor did I. But the cruel thing about this ‘haze’ is it hid all traces of stars. And the thing about stars is even if they are gone… you don’t really miss them- until you see them again.
It was a phenomenon called light pollution. So much residual light from nearby earthly sources that you literally can not see the stars.
There is no light pollution in my town of Ozurgeti. When walking home at night, you get to see all of the stars and celestial bodies and see them with breathtaking intensely.
Satellite in my eyes
Like a diamond in the sky
How I wonder
Satellite strung from the moon
And the world your balloon
Peeping Tom for the mother station
Winter’s cold spring erases
And the calm away by the storm is chasen
Everything good needs replacing
Look up, look down, all around, hey satellite
Satellite, Dave Matthews Band