Even my small community of Sewanee has light pollution, especially on my street: two bright hideously orangish streetlights; neighboring outdoor strings of bright-white large-bulb party lights; and one safety spotlight aimed directly at my living room windows.
There's a reason why I spend so much time at the back of the house.
Except (and there's often an exception): when snow blows in and collects itself into lovely little dunes and confettis the air, the streetlight closest to me throws dark blue shadows under the trees and then, only then, I linger in my living room.
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