In Annie Dillard's book The Maytrees, she writes about appreciating the dark and the stars. I am blessed to live where it is relatively dark. We have no streetlights, and skylights are often prohibited because of light pollution. We are able to appreciate the night.
Some words from Annie Dillard:
"When Maytree was young, men, women, and children found their way in starlight alone. When clouds covered the night sky, as now, the whole Cape knew it: Dark Night!! they said, in a greeting then as common, and almost as frequent, as - Fine day! The answer was, Sure is, or Real dark night. Night was their familiar parlor, a scented time all its own. Now that electric lights wrecked the night sky, he mourned as if the great universe had died within his lifetime. People forgot to look up. Maytree knew his remembering starry nights dated him as the war did. Except that the war, unlike humans' sight of stars, had lasted fewer than ten years."
Towards the end of the book, there is this:
"She asked Maytree, Are these new people afraid of the dark? Why light everything? (Etc.) And, Would they look up more often if they had to pay."
It is to consider. Imagine if the sun did not rise so often. We are deliciously spoiled and blessed.