starry, starry night

driving down the road at night is like traveling through the galaxy. the dash a close solar system and the towns and cities in the distance the far reaches of the sky with farm lights lone stars inbetween. the contrast of the light against matt black seduces thoughts of beauty. but beneath the cover of dark lays the dust on the dash, splash marks on the hood, trash in the ditches, and chipping paint on ancient buildings. you could be almost anywhere--there are no land clues, mountains, forests, grant wood hills. you can imagine a world and build a life. light kills the illusions--real light blindingly erases all flaws.