“It’s strange how you never quite get used to the world at night. I have seen moonlight strong enough to cast shadows any number of times. And the wind is the same wind, rustling the same leaves, night or day. When I was a young boy I used to get up before every dawn of the world to fetch water and firewood. It was a very different life then. I remember walking out into the dark and feeling as if the dark were a great, cool sea and the houses and the sheds and the woods were adrift in it, just about to ease off their moorings. I always felt like an intruder then, and I still do, as if the darkness has a claim on everything, one that I violated just by stepping out my door.”
–Marilynne Robinson, Gilead