Nighty
Night
The night is very deep and mysterious. Ask some and they will say things like, “With darkness comes danger,” or maybe, “The dark is scary.” Crime, suspicious activity, loud mufflers on cars and motorcycles that wake babies up from their slumber. Alcohol. Drugs. Sirens. The list goes on and on for those people. But maybe they are simply too focused on the things they surround themselves in. They might not be actively an alcoholic or a drug addict, but it certainly is on their mind. On their mind enough to give it reason and meaning to their fear of the night. Our world is full of co-existents that reside as one, even when individuals like to group them up, they remain together. Just above the flashing sirens loud vehicles is a sea of wonder. Stars. Lights. Light that has been there for millions and millions of years. Light that us as a society, have replaced and over shined by city lights and red and blue flashes. The best part is, is that nobody even realized. Or perhaps they did but nobody cared enough. Nobody cared so strongly as to speak up against this. And I am one of them. I don’t care enough. You don’t care enough. But we care a little. It may not be enough but at least its something. We care about the so few stars we can see from our windows at night. And that is all we tell ourselves is enough, but its not. Not really. Shifting the perspective onto someone who cares a little, like myself, I still hear sirens and cars passing by, but that is not what I associate the after hours with. The night is calm beyond the sharp noises, it is sublime beyond the blinding lights. At night the air is chilled and relaxed. I feel it on my face through my open window. I sit in my rom in the dark with my head resting on my arm. Yes, just like you’ve probably seen or imagined. My eyes are tired but im wide awake. They view the grass blowing softly in the breeze. The bunnies scurrying around the lawn. The trees dancing and the leaves waving a beautiful tune. Through the branches stars shine and glimmer. I could stay like this forever. The night. The calm, beautiful night. The darkness that brings peace. The darkness that brings tears. But most importantly, the night brings thoughts and feelings to you that you were to busy to acknowledge during the day. And that is precisely the reason I am writing this at exactly 1:54 am. The calm atmosphere around me made myself stop all my worrying and distractions. It made me think. That is what the night is to me. It’s a break from the work. It’s a tranquilizer to all the busybodies and worriers. Its what makes living, living.
It is now 2:00 am, Nighty Night.
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Go to sleep
Or something like that.
-QC
