" SLEEPING Here, we are one geography: every part of us inked on a map where, across all the blue waters, continents’ edges inexplicably match. I move closer to you in the dark, feel the slow heat that embers you deeper into the night. Where all fires descend a few hours into their own slow-dreaming hearts. Where the ravine hides in its own steepness no matter how long, how fiercely we love. "

― Jane Hirshfield , Of Gravity and Angels