Last night I watched the sun set in the United States near, and yet so far, from my daughter in New York City.
Tonight I'll go to bed well before the sun sets some time after 10 PM in Reykjavik.
Good evening, God; good morning, God; and good evening, yet again, God. It is your night. It is your day. It is your everything.
You are showing me your way.
And it is beautiful.
And it is delicious.
And it is enough.