Recently, I was in Vermont at night and I looked up at the sky and was BLOWN AWAY by the night sky absent light pollution. Blown away.
But I will say that I love city lights in the night-time fog. Tonight, I was visiting a friend who lives on Capitol Hill and I drove home past the Capitol, all the museums, all the monuments, the Kennedy Center, and all the bridges (DC has some lovely bridges. My favorite is the TR bridge between DC and TR Island) in the fog and I remembered just how wonderfully creepy and gorgeous this city is in the fog.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."