Keep It Dark
Sunlight, warm earth and fresh grass, jasmine tea and flamenco beats all sooth thoughts and bake reason until smiles, relaxation and peace remain. Days like that, I yearn for a sunbeam and a good book. Cats know the feeling well. But the sun sets eventually, and people return. Much as I adore my friends, I’m at my most… serene, I suppose, when I’m alone and the sun is shining.
Nights are different. I’ve never quite gotten the hang of nights. Fog, starlight, cold, shadows…. Romantic in the classic sense, perhaps, but also simply uncomfortable. Nights bring out creativity, never contentment. Explanations for noises, morbid humor, malicious mirrors (I have a thing about mirrors), ominous breezes, clouds, moons, and even trees take on a malicious tint. If you like to scare yourself, reveling in the twitch of adrenaline up your spine as you realize how many different things could have made that sound behind you, and could even now be inching towards your back, you wait until nightfall. Diurnal creatures never quite belong in the dark.
To be quite cliché about it, nights have mystery. Bright, sunny days bring natural comfort and peace, but nighttime, we remember, can be dangerous, and you have to strain to see exactly what moves in the trees. With our senses hampered and an all too literal chill at our back, we decree that anything can happen at night, because it seems too dangerous to assume otherwise.
And I completely forgot where I was going with this. I’m incredibly tired. Sorry for rambling at you, but remind me to explain the mirrors comment sometime, and the moon.
And on a completely different note, fanfiction writers are all insane.
Nights are different. I’ve never quite gotten the hang of nights. Fog, starlight, cold, shadows…. Romantic in the classic sense, perhaps, but also simply uncomfortable. Nights bring out creativity, never contentment. Explanations for noises, morbid humor, malicious mirrors (I have a thing about mirrors), ominous breezes, clouds, moons, and even trees take on a malicious tint. If you like to scare yourself, reveling in the twitch of adrenaline up your spine as you realize how many different things could have made that sound behind you, and could even now be inching towards your back, you wait until nightfall. Diurnal creatures never quite belong in the dark.
To be quite cliché about it, nights have mystery. Bright, sunny days bring natural comfort and peace, but nighttime, we remember, can be dangerous, and you have to strain to see exactly what moves in the trees. With our senses hampered and an all too literal chill at our back, we decree that anything can happen at night, because it seems too dangerous to assume otherwise.
And I completely forgot where I was going with this. I’m incredibly tired. Sorry for rambling at you, but remind me to explain the mirrors comment sometime, and the moon.
And on a completely different note, fanfiction writers are all insane.