Night followed day around Earth in perpetual movement. It rested in time zones it left for another, sought peace in the rhythm of routine.

Even so, there were storms that were up to the forces beyond it, things it couldn't control with the moon like pulling in oceans to rinse the sand from the shore or lighting the sky with a million stars too hot to touch.

Night hung in shades of some witch's wardrobe. Now and then it would groan.