Essay by Julie Luekenga
Mountain Life – October 2004 – Colorado Central Magazine
ONE OF THE THINGS I like best about living in the mountains, away from the city, is that the nights actually get dark. Each time I visit my relatives in Denver, I’m aware that nights never get really … well … night-like. There is an eerie glow from thousands of artificial lights illuminating the darkness. It never really gets quiet there either. The nights vibrate with a constant hum of machinery powering air conditioners and vehicles. I can’t hear crickets. It disturbs me.