We fall into darkness here with hardly a glance back, no Sunset lingers on the horizon to make us wish wishes into an evening drawn out across the West. But these can be the very best of times wrapped in a blanket of black starred skies. A clear look into the eternal Universe whichever way you stare. And the whole cosmic array stares back, impersonal, with its own stories and poetry to recite if you stay silent enough to hear. And the darkness is not dark at all, she beckons all to slumber and dream long into the loving heart of her motherhood, something she has done and does for all time.