I posted this on Facebook earlier, so some of you may have seen it before, but it’s too good not to record here as well.

The other evening, around 8 o’clock, I was out on the front porch with Yrsa. This time of year, it’s full-on daylight at that time. She noticed the moon on one side of the sky and the sun on the other. She pointed first to the moon and said, “It’s night there,” then to the sun, continuing, “and it’s morning there.”

Then, pointing again, she said “Night … and morning,” and gesturing with both hands above her head to encompass it all, she marveled, “and it’s exactly the same.”

Oh, child of the Far North.