With a flick of a wing feather, the raven threw the daylight up. He
threw the all of it; the tightknit, rolled up, scrunched ball that it was;
threw the dayglow knot of it up and into the darkling sky.
Slowly, greasily, bit by bit, the darkness thinned out, split and
spread away into nothingness - till only the white of the light and the blue of
the sky remained.