They say everything is bigger in Texas,

which quite a bit does seem to be, but no one ever told me that also meant light pollution. No one told me I would be missing skies full of orchid swirling in and out of peach sprinkled with hints of white and heavy streaks of an almost magenta welcoming the sun each morning. That living near a city becomes a black hole for your entire sky. Light pulling in the light and warmth of the day before it can caress your skin. Instead, it leaves you air thick with heat to engulf those foolish enough to venture outside.