A Starless Night

This evening a coworker and I were walking to the grocery store when I noticed the moon hoovering above a skyscraper. I was really excited to see the moon and happily pointed it out to her and she proceeded to laugh at how happy I was at seeing the moon. I love looking at the night time sky, but since I've moved here I haven't had the pleasure of looking up into a starry sky.

I told my coworker that not seeing the stars was one of my biggest qualms of living in Chicago. She then told me she has only seen the stars once in her life. Growing up and living here in Chicago her whole life she only saw the stars when she had traveled to Central America.

It just amazed me. She has gone her whole life only seeing the stars once. ONCE! It's so sad and almost cruel. The stars are for everyone to see and because of the city lights she has only seen them once. To me it is almost like not being allowed to breathe. Every human has the need to breathe, and I think to see the stars, to remind ourselves of how little we are in the huge universe. Maybe if more people saw the stars we would have a better understanding of how we need to think and live for the whole world, rather than our starless existences of the individual self.