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Tohoku, Japan

The Hush of Falling Snow

Small gold windows in a blue-hour cold, and snow coming down heavy and slow enough to watch a single flake all the way to the ground.

The light

Blue-hour cold outside against small warm gold windows. The light pools. It never beams.

The recurring motif

A bronze temple bell, its hum fading into snow

The medina, Fez

The Courtyard of Cool Water

Warm dusk bouncing between close ochre walls, lamplight climbing the tile as the rose goes out of the sky.

The light

Warm dusk bouncing between close walls, lamplight climbing the tile as the rose fades from the sky.

The recurring motif

The courtyard fountain, its small voice never stopping

The Hebrides

The Turning Tide

Sea and sky the same silver, and one red croft door holding all the warmth there is.

The light

Silver-grey overcast dusk, sea and sky one single tone, the red door the only warm thing in it.

The recurring motif

The tide itself, going out and coming home

The high Andes

The Weaver's Valley

Thin clear air, violet shadows going long, and a sky so near you could rest your hand on it.

The light

Thin clear high-altitude dusk. Long violet shadows, visible breath, a sky enormous and near.

The recurring motif

The backstrap loom, and the blanket growing row by row

The Mekong delta

The Rain on the River

Every light doubled in the water, and warm rain softening the edges of the whole world.

The light

Wet dusk. Every light doubled in the water, every edge softened by rain.

The recurring motif

The lotus, closing every evening, opening every dawn

The central Sahara

The Cooling Sand

Violet over gold-shadowed dunes, and one bank of embers holding the only warmth for a hundred miles.

The light

Violet sky over gold-shadowed dunes, ember-glow the one warm point in a great deal of cool air.

The recurring motif

The desert well, cool and patient beneath everything

Sápmi

The Sky That Breathes

A dusk that never quite ends, and green light moving overhead like something breathing in its sleep.

The light

A polar-night dusk that never ends. The aurora is the light source. The firebank is the warmth.

The recurring motif

The reindeer bell, one clear far-off note

No episodes in this setting yet.

Aotearoa

The Forest That Glows

Enclosed dark under the canopy, lit blue-green from within, as though the ground kept its own quiet sky.

The light

Enclosed dusk under the canopy, faces lit blue-green from within the dark.

The recurring motif

The glowworm cave, the forest's own small stars

No episodes in this setting yet.

The Caribbean

The Shell and the Shallow Sea

Coral afterglow on blood-warm water, and the night insects starting up as the lamp goes on.

The light

Coral-rose afterglow on blood-warm water, veranda lamplight as the night insects begin.

The recurring motif

The conch shell on the veranda rail

The Mongolian steppe

The Song of the Grass Sea

Gold grass darkening to slate under the widest sky there is, and one glowing door in all of it.

The light

Immense flat dusk. Gold grass darkening to slate under the widest sky, and the ger door glowing.

The recurring motif

The horsehead fiddle

The picture books that started the channel

The Raven Travels picture books

Twelve stories that began as a father's bedtime tales and became painted books, each told in the same dusk palette as the channel.

The light

Whatever hour the story keeps, the same diffused overcast light and the same soft distance.

The recurring motif

The raven, crossing early and settling near the end.