#lightupthenight

Insane Cloud Show over Cove Island at Twilight. Friday June 20th 3:00-3:30am

Beauty in places you least expect it.

It is almost foolish of me to compare a streetlight to a work of art, but here I stand in the corners of my imagination picturing this lone light amongt a dark scenery. In darkness we cannot distinguish color, so I view these bushes, only a few feet away from the streetlight, to be a dark blue green. The moonlight making them appear as though they had a dew of diamonds upon their delicate leaves. Their shine reflecting the pure luminescence of this beautiful light in the sky.

Yet the shine of the moon has a cold shower of pale blue. And I’m tired of freezing alone.

The corner of a building is the only companion close enough to share the warmth of the streetlight. But that’s not what it wants. It reaches warmly up to the sky, raising their hands in hope that light of the moon will reach down to clasp their own. A flurry of flaws and imperfections completing each other like a lovers embrace. Yet the moon withdrew. It could love from a distance to keep the ice surrounding their heart from melting. The streetlight only being able to love the moon when close enough to reach out to them. A love doomed to fail, but it knows it too can only stretch itself so far to be able to show it’s love.

Beauty in the places you least expect it.

On the nights the moon cannot stretch itself such a distance, the streetlight stays in its own vicinity and still shines just as brightly. Although longingly, to show the moon it will still be there. Till they meet again. So full of love, they both lean on one another to bring light for those who have lost their way in the murky darkness. Those that wonder through the maze of the night, only to stumble upon the streetlight, who dutifully shines through and through.

Yet you stumble past this streetlight, only in a fleeting moment do you appreciate the warm glow, before continuing on without a moments thought. When the moon visits again just enough to light up the night, you praise and praise. You gaze at the stars and ponder their beauty, giving silent thanks to the moon for the beautiful array of sequins seemingly sown into the night sky. The streetlight stands, still thankful for its existence, and for being able to be in its lovers care once more.

Beauty in the places you least expect it.

We believe that the sun and the moon are the star-crossed lovers here. A tale as old as time, always wanting to be in each others embrace, but not being able to. Did you ever stop to think of the streetlight and the moon? You might think, but there are many streetlights, of various sizes, shapes, and colors. How can the moon love just one? It does not. Yet it does. You see, the moon loves the light from which the streetlight encapsulates. The warm glow you see when you’re walking through a silent plaza. When you wander the city’s streets, lost in your own woes. When you’ve just left a store and you stop for a second to see where you’ve parked your car. The contrast is what the moon loves. The difference and the same purpose. To bring you out of the darkness, and to where you call home. The streetlight right then and there shines for you, looking to the moon for support. Am I doing this right? When will I see you again? I’ll shoulder it a little more until you can breathe again, my love. The streetlights are the same, different, existing, and not. They are what they always have been and what they will not be. All that matters is the love between the moon and the streetlight.

Next time you see a streetlight, stop, for a moment admire it. See what beauty you can find in something you overlook everyday. Who you overlook everyday. What you overlook everyday. Why you overlook it every day. Maybe one day, you too will cherish it the way the moon does. One day you too might find a loving gaze being sent towards the way of a streetlight. Be it the way their light shines akin to your own, or by just how beautifully you contrast.

Beauty in the places you least expect it.