I look around the highway as I make my way home, noticing the twinkling of Christmas lights all around.
Seeing them sparkle, I am reminded of a particular night when I lied awake by the sea underneath the sky full of stars.
There is no comparison between the beauty of nature’s stars and man’s electric imitations. It seems as if like fools, we harnessed light and kept it in bottles that we may be reminded of the beauty of the night sky.
I think it would serve us better if skyscrapers, in observing the holidays, would just turn off their lights instead of spending wastefully on decorative lighting.
All I want for Christmas now is the chance to look up the sky and wonder at the holes of divine light across the black canvas of night.