There is a huge street lamp in the middle of our yard.  Theoretically, this is a good thing.  We live in an area where I could step into the backyard and look into the sky, able to see each star.  Without that street lamp (yard lamp?  There is no street near it, so...) it would be quite dark, a sea of blackness.  As I drove down the dirt road to our house one night I turned off the lights, just to see what it would be like.  I had to turn them back on quickly, as it was as if I had closed my eyes in a darkened room.  Plus, it was pretty stupid, since we still had deer that seemed to appear in our yard every day (at least until hunting season came around).

Even so, I wish the light were not there.  I want to be blanketed in that blackness, to be able to stand in my front yard and see all the stars, to feel the light breeze touch me as I walked upon fallen leaves and gravel.  The light is society, it is community, it is now.  And that has its place.  But sometimes I want to stand in time-forgotten, time that never was, a time that does not move, that has no people in it.  Just for a moment.