I'm a night person. I love the dark. It's scary yes, but there's also something comforting about it.
The night makes everything look different. Shadows play around under streetlights. Owls perch on broken branches, feasting, awake. The water grows still and quiet. The world goes to sleep and it's like everything is holding a collective breath. The night opens up a whole new world.
Its silence is when you cannot escape the thoughts in your head, drown them out with work and traffic, push them away for more important things. The night is when the moon comes out, a reflection of the Sun's brightness yet so much more beautiful. The stars come out and on those rare nights you can see them you realise how tiny and insignificant you are in the giant scheme of things. The night is quiet and loud at the same time, peaceful outside with tornadoes within.
The night is made for conversations. For silences awkward and comfortable. It is made for intimacy, for togetherness, for peace in another's arms. The night brings lovers together as only darkness can, wholly and completely.
The night can be beautiful and eerie. Cold yet amazing.
Another reason the night is my favourite time of the day? It begins with a sunset and ends with a sunrise.
2 comments:
This reminds me of something I wrote on the very same topic. I'm not as optimistic as you though!
(When did that happen, eh!?)
:P :D
"reflection of the Sun's brightness yet so much more beautiful"
A reminder of life itself and what we make of what is already there.
Beautiful. Like you, like your mind and your heart.
And the hand with which you empty them onto paper...or screen...
That optimism thing is pretty short-lived as you very well know :)
I'm not even close to beautiful, love :)
But thank you, nonetheless. Very much.
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