NiGHt

I love the night. I love the darkness, the stillness, the silence.

I am a night person. The night excites me, tempts me, inspires me.

Long ago in another lifetime, I used to drive out onto the highway, lie down in the middle of the road, and stare up into the night sky. And I would feel consoled by the night.

I love the night. When life takes her rest. When the bustle of the day settles into a comfortable slumber. When the sharp edges of the day melt into soft silhouettes.

I am a creature of the night. The night embraces me, calms me, protects me.

In the night, everything looks kinder. And I love the night.

Until Mr. D came, and took all of that away.

The mind remembers what the body tries to forget.