Change (Another attempt at poetry)

Our closest star slowly slips over the horizon
while the others start to show their light
from horizon to horizon the sky is a gradient of colour
from black, to purple, to blue to orange to pink to red
The street lamps aren't on yet
every car has it's headlamps on
from this birds eye view, they all look like ants
a thousand headlights as small as the first stars
the wind rushes up to meet me

I am content