Six-thirty this morning, as I stood at my kitchen window waiting for the water to boil, I was looking abstractedly out over the water, and suddenly realized that it had changed. I wasn't looking at black water with shades of charcoal, pewter, slate and iron, with tiny silver sparkles. This water was black with small pools of deep velvet blue. I looked up at the sky, and it, too, was no longer a shade of dark gray, it was all a smooth, very deep blue.
It is amazing to me, every time I think about it, that the circling of the earth through space, which has been going on EVERY YEAR since humanity first raised its eyes to the heavens (and before) still has the power to thrill and to awe.