Earth hasn't got much to offer in the way of twinkly lights and wishes

Candles and headlights
wink at me
unfriendly
but they're the best I've got.
I'm starting to almost
like the cold because it gives me an excuse to wrap my arms around myself and look
unhappy.

The air smells like nothing and the stars are blocked by humanity

So I'll rely on candles and headlights
winking as I pass by
trees.
Hibernation would be bliss, but alarm clocks and government projects stand in my way.