81 – Stars, Darkness

Even if at times (much of the time) I see human intrusion into a landscape as a blight, and revile it, I find there is something enormously comforting about looking down from a mountain or tall hill at dusk to see all the myriad lights twinkling in the below. Like looking into a sea of stars wallowing in a black basin, as though the heavens above were somehow reflected in the desert beneath. And the feeling I get looking up at the field of stars planted seemingly at random in the night sky is… so similar, yet slightly, but distinctly different.

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