A few nights ago, we stopped for the night along a deserted country road. no streetlights. No porch lights. No glow in the sky from any nearby city. It was a new moon night. Clouds covered the sky.
We got in bed and turned out the lights. This is what I saw:
Couldn’t see a thing! Black. I’ve never lived in a totally dark place. There are always lights on somewhere nearby. At home, when my eyes adjust, I can make out the furniture in the room and my husband sleeping beside me.
Here, I could see absolutely nothing. Just black. And I loved it! The old saying “Couldn’t see my hand before my face” had meaning here. I was experiencing the night as countless millions had done before me in darker (literally) times. So cool…
– Jane
The Voyage of the Tramper 