I went running tonight and the stars were out. My brother was galloping along next to me and my short little legs were a blur trying to keep up. I ran with my head tipped back to gape up at the stars and they were crystal clear. At the edges of the sky, I could see the city and its bright orange lights were eating into the sky like acid and I was just disgusted. It could be beautiful and perfect and there's this great orange glow on the horizon. And now I'm up in the middle of the night wishing I could quench all the lights in the world. Darkness has an undeservedly bad rep. It's like a blanket really. Or a canvas. I had a great idea for a st