Darkness falls...

It's getting dark and cold outside. 1842 hours. The street lamps have come on. I can see distant traffic. Automobiles traversing the stretch of road visible across my window, unaware of my gaze upon them, kilometres away. The sky is apparently void. The stars have been cloaked by unwanted light in my room. Strange how a tiny bulb fitted to my lamp can envelope light which is millions and millions of times more powerful. This statement reminds me of a poet who said the same. Was it Milton? I tend to forget. But he had said something similar in a more eloquent way.