YOU CAN’T HAVE A LIGHT WITHOUT A DARK TO STICK IT IN*
Walking through an early winter evening, with the shine of the streetlights on the wet pavement, there’s a strange sense of peace that envelops you just as surely as the scarf you have wrapped around your head. It wasn’t cold enough to wear mittens; I let my hands dangle inside my big warm sleeves. The scarf was more for surety, a precaution against cold in the throat. It wasn’t even cold enough for dragon breath, but it was dark as the inside of a dragon’s cave and damp like it too. Looking up, I could see stars, not stalactites. No...