In the country--there is an odd continuity to the stars and the lights of houses on the hills

It is strange to think of light making something invisible, but, clamorous and jealous, it does. Please don't make yourself sad imagining hordes of star-deprived city girls, though. The silent-heavened cities are hardly starless. It would be more accurate to say that night's traditional hemispheres of light and dark are somewhat reversed here, the bowl of the sky having long ago scattered its contents to the earth, where they fell in neat gridded patterns and currently experience greatly shortened lifespans(streetlights flicker because they remember a time when they twinkled).