"Curious as to why I was being woken up before sunrise to travel another hour by boat into the middle of the ocean, I reluctantly pulled myself from the hammock I slept in the night before. As we continued to our unknown destination I turned to see the dark early hours of the small fishing village behind us still lit with the small flickers from scattered oil lanterns and the glow of the full moon above. Over the opposite shoulder, the horizon. Pushing past was the early morning sun. As the boat gradually veered to our right we seemingly moved through a space that was neither the day’s morning or the night prior, but with the luminous evidence of both."