I have lived most of my life between the equator and the tropic. This means hot summers, cool winters and lots of daylight the year around. It also means that my body thinks that it should be dark by 8 pm, even in summer.
Last year, however, I spent part of the summer in Canada, up in the Rockies. I remember my first night there: jet lagged, sleep deprived but the sky was still light at 11pm and my body couldn't accept the fact that it was supposed to be asleep. So I sat out on the hotel patio, looking at the mountains, the trees and the huge sky as twilight rolled in. It was so serene and soothing - one of those perfect moments in life you just wish would never end. But the night rolled in, my body crashed and it was over.
The fused shapes and the smooth expanse over them remind me of those mountains and of that night.