“He was staring off into the night, where the palms whispered and the sea heaved a distant sigh, where insects clicked and hummed with restless wings. That way lay the unknown, where all tomorrow’s problems waited on the sun. Most men, Jack knew, did not venture far when the shadows grew long. Jack, for his part, had always been a great one for working by night. Much could be done in darkness to ensure a more pleasing tomorrow—an old friend had taught him that.”
Book:Darker Waters