perfect fifth

Man made light doesn't suit you. The harsh, unrelenting, unchanging, unforgiving lights of the modern world just weren't made with you in mind. I am perfectly aware that many will tell me that artificial light can capture almost every cadence of the day just as well as the big burning ball of gas in the sky can do. And yes, I'm sure they're right. I'm sure it can capture every cadence of the day. Of the day. Not of you. You are far more suited to natural light. Your infinitely complex moods and modulations could never be done justice by the mere flick of a plastic switch. But the sky and the sun, the dark and the stars; they seem to be able to grasp your inner most thoughts and feelings in a way that makes me almost green with envy. It is not uncommon to fear the dark, though of course irrational, I am among the many that do. But you always say you prefer it to any other part of the day. Maybe you can see clearer in the pitch black. Despite this rational feeling of content within the night, there is undoubtedly some irrational reasoning. There always is.