Look up and tonight glimpse a passing bit of light, distant echoes of a world a lifetime away from here.
But here, the gleam of ancient starlight is obscured by the glare of orange street lights-- harsh light that pushes the darkness, and light, of the night beyond our limited vision.
I see lights, blinking, patterned, mechanical and artificial, satellites in orbit that, too, obscure the view.
Have you seen the Milky Way?
On the beach of a reef island still isolated from the obstruction of mechanical lights.
It's vast, greater than her perception of ocean by infinite orders of magnitude.
There, away from man-made light she walked the shores on a moonless night by starlight echoed in luminescent waves, and finding that the darkness was not so dark and wondering why we hid behind the light.