I know there is comfort to be found in the darkness. A lot of people, coming home to Devon after some time away, find the sporadically placed streetlights and thick black sky, with its assorted twinkles, soothing.
I’ve always loved driving past a city in the night. I love the sight of a million little lights, coming from people’s homes, offices, lives. Behind every light is someone just trying to get by, trying to make something, do something, be something.
Behind every window, there’s someone who’s trying.
Even as an idea, I love that.
(The picture is of Croydon. Never all that far from my mind, and look how pretty.)