The earth turned toward the sun at the same speed as always, but this morning the sun was veiled behind a curtain of cloud, which moved slowly west over the water toward our small patch of land.

So the eye of the day — in Bahasa Indonesia, the sun is mata hari, quite literally the eye of the day, a beautiful image made language, that the day looks down upon us with warm companionship — the eye of the day opened on the northeastern coast of Massachusetts a little later than usual, as though cresting a second horizon, a lovely late false sunrise above what appeared to be mountains, mountains which had appeared overnight.

If [a spiritual leader who had best remain unnamed] will not go to the mountain, the mountain will go to [the spiritual leader who had best remain unnamed].

The sun return is good for the heart. Some days, meeting the day eye to its figurative eye is the small grace one needs to soften what has inexplicably and subliminally been a stretch of hard times. So the eye of the day winks at you, you shake your head (as though to clear it), smile (as if you meant it) and sigh a thank you.

Thank you, yes, thank you. Another day follows night.