"Balance? Oh..." John nodded. "That's right. Sunlight and moonlight, daytime and night. It's remarkable. The light from the sun reaches across the entire sky. It's hard to imagine anything being more powerful than that."

He closed his sketchbook, fitting his pencil through the spiral binding. He was relived that none of the pictures of the woman -- not one he knew but her face was vivid in his mind, all the same -- had been disturbed. He had offered, but he didn't want to part with any of them.