Be deep with me here; have you ever wondered if a starless night glares at the light bulb littered earth below and marvels at the intricate construction of its constellation? Like, does it ever look down upon one Earth lit night and gape at the twin-star studded sight in awe?

Does dusk with all its black and beautiful secrets ever look down and find a sense of solace, a sense of peace in all of this? Or does it see instead; the city pretty in all its star like glittering glory beneath as it’s archnemesis, with its glare growing ever so green with envy?

Have you ever wondered if the starless night in all its mesmerising splendour,
Sees the earth as it’s sky, the city lights as it’s substitute stars and says to nightfall,
“What an impossibly beautiful night?”