When the light appears to be leaving the sky, and the long hot night spreads over us, washing griefs and anguish and joys ashore on the rocks that patrol being here? We can always close our eyes and remember the light: shining broadly on the other side of the earth. It has not forsaken us at all. It is leaving us to learn to trust that we can walk through the dark. That is more easily done together, reaching for someone else’s hand, pulling through the hard struggles as one and not apart. But the night is walkable, if we remember and hold the light within.