The thing about light is that you never really notice it during the day. But at night, each individual light seems like its own little star, illuminating it’s own little world. All the while the ever-present cold blue glow of the night fills in every shadow with a chilling, yet reassuring tone. Sometimes you don’t see this tone. It might be too bright to see it at first. But if you look hard enough - into the little crevices between snow mounds or on the walls of unlit alleys, or at dark places under broken street lights, you’ll see that it’s always there. To me, that’s weirdly reassuring.