Light Pollution
As kids we do crazy things. The street I grew up on ended with a cul-de-sac. There was hardly ever traffic that traveled down it. My childhood best friend and I would lie in the street and stare up at the stars. Why we couldn’t do this in the grass, your guess is as good as mine. Maybe it was the warmth from the asphalt that made it comfortable. There was a sense of wonder when gazing up toward the moonlight. When alone, I found refuge on the rooftop outside my bedroom window, much like Rose-Hulman Institute of Technology professor…
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