Darkness, sweltering and misty, swallows the land. All noise echoes in the fog as patches of man made light fight the heavy gloom of the clouds. Winds dare not stir the air, and all is silent as the dark grows heavier. Silence is survival in this world, when all is wet and heavy and oppressive.

Dawn. Like a golden arrow shot from a master's bow, the first beam of light claws its way  into the darkness, true dawn at last after the heavy blue of the pre-day light. This first arrow was the first of an onslaught as the light cannot be stopped now, spilling over the world in brilliant gold and yellow and light. Sounds begin as the world awakens and realizes the silence that has occupied its life until that moment. Color returns after a long sojourn to the far side of the world, coming first in reds and yellows before blues and greens and pinks become more powerful. Purple mountains and gray forests and white fields of grain burst into color as the light fights over the horizon, chasing the darkness away, in that on going dance of day and night.

It was always amazing to watch, the dance of day and night.