You know the kind of lights you see over the night sea, the tiny lights your eye can barely see, beacons in against the dark horizon of the water. There are only few of those, and they keep sending their signal to the empty sea.
Those are the kinds of lights I like to see. Their faint signal barely reaches you, and they exist alone in the dark ocean.
People crossing the bridge look at the opposite shore where there are glittering lights of a city and traffic and they scream “oh beautiful!”. But I like to look at the opposite direction, into the darkness.
Sometimes faintest things are the strongest.