Ode to the witching hour
I love the middle of the night. The whole world becomes so silent, and you can hear everything, from the buzz of electronics to the tick tick tick of an analog clock to the creaky sounds of your house settling. And occasional loud outdoor noises like a car zooming past, or on Friday/Saturday nights, loud music, or, if you live closer to nature, possums fighting in the roof. Tonight the wind is loud, even with the door closed.
And it has that bittersweet satisfaction of being the end. Sometimes your day has been amazing, sometimes your day has just seemed to drag on forever, but the night says 'this ends now'. Tomorrow is always another day and you wake up unsullied from the problems of yesterday, untouched by the joys of tomorrow's tomorrow.
Now, when I have so much time, almost too much time, I still enjoy my nights. There are times when the day seems to drag. I fill it with things, activities, meetings, people. But this time, these hours in the middle of the night, this is just for me.
And it has that bittersweet satisfaction of being the end. Sometimes your day has been amazing, sometimes your day has just seemed to drag on forever, but the night says 'this ends now'. Tomorrow is always another day and you wake up unsullied from the problems of yesterday, untouched by the joys of tomorrow's tomorrow.
Now, when I have so much time, almost too much time, I still enjoy my nights. There are times when the day seems to drag. I fill it with things, activities, meetings, people. But this time, these hours in the middle of the night, this is just for me.