And I reread it and thought: 'Disappear' and 'appear' in the same sentence, bad writer-self.
I sat there and thought of words to replace disappear (my brain wasn't being very cooperative). I finally came up w/flee. So the sentence was now: But all thoughts of the old me flee as more lights appear in the gloom below.
I then laughed over rhyming. 'Old me flee'. Yikes.
A bit more of the gears churning in the old brainbox, and I ended up with: But all thoughts of the old me evaporate as more lights appear in the gloom below.
And now, I will tie this up with a revelation that will rock your writer socks off...
Naw, kidding! I just find quiet moments in writing like this so enjoyable. Me and the words, as I tinker w/them, trying to find the best combination. It's super pleasing and makes me feel like a 'real' writer. And while I love those highs when the writing is coming fast and easy and I'm writing a scene I'm in love with, sometimes these small moments are just as good. Or even better.