Dark of Night

I sometimes wonder why it is I've become a creature of the dusk and darkness. I am sure now its the quiet and calming nature of the night. Noise abates and movement slows and bright reflections of the sun dim. Fast moving metallic objects of transport who's tires whine and rumble on the road become the rare exception. There is a time to think and write and chat about life without expectation or pressure to be anyone but who I am at the time. It's a place the soft light of what you say wraps me in words of closeness felt as the soft touch of a lover and friend. It's when I can breathe in beauty in the abstract dark of night and the soft edges of our reality.