
[Creative Commons photo from Flickr; Philipp Klinger's photostream: Gotham City http://www.flickr.com/photos/dcdead/]

[Creative Commons photo from Flickr; Paulo Brandao's photostream: frozen light in a snow weekend, Manzaneda http://www.flickr.com/photos/paulobrandao/]
One of the students I’ve been tutoring has agreed to let me share one of her essays. Please read and enjoy:
Starry Night… [by U Hyon Son, 2008]
When I plan for city tours, the first thing I squeeze in my schedule is a visit to an observation deck in any of the high-rise buildings in the city. In New York, I go up to the top of Empire State building; in Chicago on top of the Sears Tower. I enjoy the glittering skyscrapers. In the evening, when all of the museums are closed and there is nowhere to go in an unfamiliar place, enjoying a cityscape from the top of a building is to me such a welcoming gift from a city.
When it comes to architecture or city decorations, luminaries become essential for the beauty of the building or the city. Indeed, lights which parade colors surely add magnificence to the architecture. Some city luminaries even become landmarks of the cities; cities spend tons of money to make their illuminations more splendid. I was one of the beneficiaries. I also believed that those artificial lights enhance the beauty of the city; however, a few copies of photos completely changed my attitude.
It is not common for me to grab the National Geographic out of various magazines in a waiting room. I usually get tired even by looking at the title; National Geographic, it sounds so hard and boring. One day, however, I happened to open this magazine waiting at the doctors’ office, and then I fell into these pictures right away…
http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2008/11/light-pollution/richardson-photography
Look at the sky in the photo of Utah’s Owachomo Bridge: Even though it is taken at night, it is not dark at all. Even the full moon would not be as bright as those billions of stars. The sky over the bridge connects me to space. It gently whispers in my ear that I stand not on the earth but in the universe. The night sky in the Arizona desert also opens my heart. Stars beat down on the cacti, and the shines look even warm. The landscape of the starry night and tall cacti reminds me of the place where the Little Prince and Saint Exupery met. Saint Exupery would probably write the story at night like this. To me, it would not be a surprise even if I met the fox in this Arizona desert.
Here is another beautiful night in West Africa. There are people in this picture. The starry night with those simple people makes the night more beautiful. This is a moment of import when human beings assimilate to the vast nature and universe. They share their lives nearby fire under the tree roof; the night sky above the people seems warmer and cozier. It feels as if this night sky is a privilege allowed only for those people, who are satisfied with and happy for whatever they have now. Even though this picture is blurry in detail, I am surely able to envision smiles on their faces.
Compared to the dim but still intense light from nature, the man powered lights, more precisely, oil powered lights merely shine giddily and dizzily. Looking at the picture of Chicago at night, I feel fear by the night sky engulfed by flames of lights. The photo might well remind you of The Great Chicago Fire, only this time, it seems to be cautioning us of the greediness of human nature.
A nurse’s call brought my attention back to the doctor’s office. I placed the magazine back and followed the nurse. Even though it was a short reading in the waiting room, the night skies I saw in the magazine linger in my mind. I have lived until now not even knowing the existence of the sky. Can anything compensate for the loss of those pristine skies? Is it a real advantage or only our delusion?
Instead of looking down from the rooftop of the Empire State building, I now know to look up. Instead of being proud of insatiable greed looking down on everything, I will look up and see what is above and surrounds me. Pondering this revelation, I wander outside. Now it is even too late to hear crickets chirping. I only hear wind roaring. I look up. Frosty cold moonlight hurts my eyes. Apart from the moon, sparsely twinkling stars look dry and lonely. People who live below this sky might well be dry, too. I close my eyes and imagine the place in the pictures, feeling my heart growing moist.
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If you’ll reply with comments/reactions/questions, I’ll be sure to share them with U Hyon.
Thank you!
Holly