As I gaze out upon the city, I am entranced by the lights. The way that light streaks into the sky, leaving a grey haze on a mostly jet-black sky. Sometimes I try to trace a particular light source, but I never get very far. This Friday night in the middle of January, I am joined by the cold as I sit on my porch. It is a biting 20 degrees outside, but I have a coat on and sit with a blanket. The cold doesn't bother me at all, but the occasional wind gust reminds me of the temperature. My hands are bound to a fresh cup of coffee, which will wind up keeping me up all night. With each sip will be one more hour of lying awake in my bed, I think to myself. I should probably go back inside and begin preparation for sleep. The clock just struck midnight; this Friday is now a Saturday, and with that, the main lights on the buildings have shut off. Now it is just the sky, or what is left of it. Even with the main lights turned off, the streetlights seem to scare the stars away.

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