In the past few years I've heard several people lament the loss of the night sky for most of the world's population, and I'm right there with them, lamenting too. What will perpetual twilight at night do to our dreams; to our selves?
There is a stillness that comes in darkness. The stillness of being small and quiet and anonymous in the night, especially during a night spent in the wilderness; smaller than the universe, just as small as the other animals invisible around you.
But there is stillness to be found in a city even yet, with perpetual twilight looming. There are moments of forgetting one's self even in the sodium glow of streetlights; of being still and small in the universe.