The Galician Night Watching Top (LATEST)

She sets the postcard back, lets the wind take what it will. To watch, she understands, is also to release. The night keeps its own counsel, an archive of things that arrive and quietly depart. Dawn will come, gray and modest, and fishermen will untie their boats and small children will run toward school; yet this half-hour between nights will remain unspoiled in memory — a pocket of ocean-dark and stone and sky where the world could, if only for a little while, be entirely known.