Starlight in the high desert has its own special presence. All the sand turns a spectral white. The immense utensil-shaped cacti elongate in twilit shadows. It is frenetic city nightlife inverted. The sky is bustling, alive. The land static, a hoary relic. Meteors break across the hemisphere like water, trickling down. Faint satellites arc along their orbits and disappear when looked at directly. Coy stars flicker, winking in, out.

I wrote about my fascination with light for Five Dials. (2012)