here's a view of the place where i was born (which is not far from where i am -- about a pixel away).  as i write this, the day's light onrushes from the east; the shadowed curve of that face turns toward the dark at mid-atlantic and there takes on the cloistered quiet of night. 

the bright shine from the sahara, and the gleam from scandinavian glaciered coasts are vexing lights to me in this image, they mark the awakened day as beacons in basking revelry, while the cities on the dark side -- my friends -- display their puny helplessness in tiny zits of faint light beneath the massive comforting oppression of night.