Reflection: Night

When the sun goes down, I am at peace with myself. The night is my shadow. I live for what the night will bring. Stories lurking the dark as your inner demons battle each other for that last gasp of air. I live for the night. Relaxation kicks in as my mind races for what feels like an eternity. Darkness is something I know well. I've lived and learned from it. Sometimes I open my window and stare outside. The feel of the night air against my skin is intoxicating. Basking in the moonlight, which is reflecting on everything in the room. At this moment, I wish to be nowhere else. The sound of crickets singing as the fireflies dance in the yard. Night brings upon peace and quiet. I think a lot in the dark. Like, while half of the world is sleeping, the other have are waking up. I often wonder what other people are doing when I'm awake. I'm sit here, quietly writing and somewhere someone else might be writing as well. Not for an occupation but for the joy of getting their thoughts out on paper. I wonder how many novels were written at night. If I had to guess, I'd say about eighty-five percent of them were. Surely, the author needed a break from household noises and disturbances.

Being alone in the dark can be a little unnerving. When I was younger I despised it. I connected darkness with being alone and vulnerable. Both of which were my best features. But now it's only a fleeting feeling as I make peace with my surroundings. The little things keep me going. Like the moon smiling down at us as we bathe in its light. The stars sparkle, creating a dream sequence in my mind. I remember when I was little, I used to make wishes on the stars. I remember the slight disappointment it caused; I got over it though, eventually. Even now, I sometimes feel the urge to make wishes. Not in a childish way. I can't seem to talk out my problems anymore. The stars, the sky, is just there to listen. I never want the night to leave me. I need it to help me focus. Just knowing the sun will be out soon is depressing. To me, the sun is more of an annoyance than anything. Daylight equals pain. Getting up to go about your life; dead end job, whiny kids, no appreciation from anybody. Sometimes a person needs an escape. Nighttime is my own private vacation.