Mark blogged about how much he loves the night. I can't help but agree with him. I make sure that the curtains in my bedroom keeps as much of the horrible sunlight out as possible too.
I always find I my energy level, both physically and mentally, is at its peak after the sun sets. I wonder if those years of hard core cramming the night before the exam have anything to do with it.
It is during the dead of night that my creative juices and thought processes flow freely. I write more creatively and work better during these quiet hours while the rest of the world sleeps.
Maybe there is some truth to why people call this time the period of renewal. A friend who went to a feng shui retreat some time back told me that the facilitators would wake the participants during these quiet hours to go for a stroll in their gardens. According to her, it is this during this time that the yin and yang energies changes and to be in the midst of this energy change is beneficial to the chakras.
Me, I just love the quietness and solitude. Sure, I like to spend the nights dancing and partying away. But I also like to stay up and look at this other face of the city when everything is still before going back to the chaos of another day. "When the dawn comes tonight would be a memory too", so goes the song.
I remember this scene from a TV show from my childhood when a character wondered at how innocent the city looks at night. "Sure, all the weirdos are asleep", his companion quipped.
Rain at night? Awesome! The rain smells so much sweeter at night and there is nothing better than to curl up under the blankets with Baby's warm body next to me.
If I never see the sun again, well, I won't complain.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment