Worlds Apart

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

Lord Byron, English poet (1788-1824)

Gazing from the train window I watched a giant orange orb descend beneath the horizon, a silver bird streak across the sky leaving a white comet tail to mark its path, and a sliver of a crescent moon rock above -- all visions held dear from a desert land and shared with the Time Traveller a half a world away.