• "Mommy, look at the pretty lights," a young girl exclaimed as bright red lanterns began to light the city. These lanterns were strung along the street, across shop doors, and at the very top of the office buildings' roofs. Each year, at this time of the month, on this day, on this evening, the city holds a night for the young. "It is the least we can do for our younger generation," says the city officials, "We have taken so much from them. Their sky, their air, their life. Let them see that life is truly beautiful." With this said, the city darkens, parents gather with their children out in the streets, if the dare, or stay safely in their homes viewing from the window. Not a light in a building is lit, only the red lanterns. The city, covered in a layer of smog, reflects this light. Tonight is the only night when the wind blows through this city, fresh, nature filled air. It feels wonderful on the skin of newborns, but lasts for only a few passing hours, not strong enough to push the cloud which hovers over the city away. At the top of the office buildings, kite fliers prepare for the show, their large paper planes decorated, shaped, colored in such a beautiful manner that they look almost mystical in appearance. All at once, they beautiful aircraft are sent flying into the sky, the red lanterns shining light upon them high in the sky. All at once, the children gasp. "Look Mommy! They're so pretty!" the young girl looks through the sky and picks out a majestic kite, shaped like a shooting star, with lights twinkling on it's dark surface. "I like that one Mommy!" The mother looked at her child, with sadness reflecting in her eyes, "Yes, it is a favorite of mine as well. That is what a night sky would look like."