let's burn our dreams into the skyline.

Once upon a time,
there was a girl who thought she had it all: a nice family, a lovely house in the suburbs, and enough nature around her to feel as if she lived in a forest. She scoffed at the idea of moving to anyplace else. The city was too polluted with the stench of gasoline, overflow of people, and blinding lights. The countryside was just full of farmers, cows, and acres of cornfields. The beach had a strange smell, and it was ridden with distasters from volatile weather patterns. She never thought that there was anything better than life in the suburbs.





It was only as we were driving down the highway at night in the middle of nowhere that I realized there could be more. There could be something even better than the place where city meets countryside, and this was it. I could finally see the sky, unmarred by artificial lights. I never really noticed something so obvious before, but I knew that this sky was different. More than a handful of stars were visible, and the only disturbance was a small flashing airplane in the distance. I could find those constellations we talked about in 5th grade science class: Orion, the Big Dipper, the Little Dipper. It was so different than the pure black expanse of nighttime that I knew back at home. At that moment, I could almost imagine what the world was like before we brought our well-lit cities and towns. I could see why people used to worship the moon and the stars. I felt small. insignificant. wonderful.