"It was the cooling hour, just when the rounded
Red sun sinks down behind the azure hill,
Which then seems as if the whole earth is bounded,
Circling all nature, hush'd, and dim, and still,
With the far mountain-crescent half surrounded
On one side, and the deep sea calm and chill
Upon the other, and the rosy sky
With one star sparkling through it like an eye."
~ Lord Byron
We, the four of us, stood by the north shore of Cypress Lake and watched the International Space Station blaze across the sky as the sun surrendered its final glow to the coming darkness. Amid both moments of silence and amazement voiced in words that drifted among us, conversations about those who left us long ago and if they ever could have imagined such a sight, I caught the fleeting moments of the day and the creeping night.