Sunsets mark the end of a day. They embrace us with their deep, warm colours. They reassure us that another cycle has come to an end. Sunrises set the start of a day. Black gives way to blue, blue gives way to orange. Vibrant yellow blinds the naked eye; awakening. But there’s something lying in between: the night sky. Ruled by slow rhythms, where even shooting stars seem to fall in slow motion, where careful observation is essential to spot change, the night sky is exactly what one can find in between two peaks: a long, slow distance, being always there for those willing to cross it. Slowly. Patiently. Nothing can teach us that things are relevant-that we are irrelevant-better than a bright night sky. Better than a galaxy rising slowly behind the Atlantic.