Light Pollution

There are no stars in DC skies. They're still there of course, but I couldn't see them but for all the other lights around me. Offices, apartments, street lights--the artifical overshadowing of that which is pure and enduring.

In the darkness here, I see stars I've long forgotten. Here they appear crisp and in multitudes. Instead, other things are blurred by distractions. Like the way the distance between you and I laying in bed tonight feels vast and insurmountable. I could turn off the light and curl into that nook where your arm meets your body. I could turn off the light and close the gap between you and I. With a whisper of honesty that would fall on sleeping ears, I could block out the pollution and bring the stars back into view.

But the distance is far too great for me to ever cross.