Somewhere right now it’s sunset, the blazing end of day. The sky is somewhere purple orange and bluish red and gray. Perhaps their only onlookers are dolphins as they play, but the earth and sun their courses run, never stopping this display.
And it happens every moment as night falls in planetary ballet, morning breaks the darkness somewhere farther off in its subtler hushed array.
We inhabit such a haunted world where sunset skies which never end so long as earth upon its axis spins is a signal flare that shouts, “He’s there,” and bids each awestruck viewer, “further up and further in!”