The Night of Lights festival is coming up here in Reykjanesbær soon, just as the night is starting to divide itself from the day. It is getting dark about 10:30 pm or so, and although sunrise is still very early (4:30am), the contrast with the days when there was constant brightness is noticeable. It is funny how seeing the darkness of night is rather comforting, a sense that things are returning to normal once again. And thus the stretch of streetlights that are not lighting up the road here near my house is most appreciated. Welcome back, nighttime. I missed you.


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