Nights, like everything else, have slow beginnings. Nothing can start fast right away. It’s got to first figure itself out as a thing apart from other things in space. For the night this is clear. It is the darkness clearly set apart from the light. And then time will start to change it. And the changes happen faster and faster. Until the original thing explodes open and it isn’t itself anymore. And then a myriad of other things, born from the explosion, have their own slow beginnings.