…..quiet is the night. Oh, yes, so very very very quiet! Totally opposite the day, which is loud and grating and bawdy. Hubristic and overbearing. And that is what I love so much about the period of time when the sun is absent from the sky and crickets are chirping in synchrony and most apex predators are on the prowl and diving bats take over the troposphere while their chief prey the repulsive mosquitoes desperately seek refuge from their mammalian nemeses. The night is ingratiating and a soothing poultice for the human soul, unlike the daylight hours which move much too frenetically and sap one’s patience and energy without consciously trying to. One can easily lose yourself in the nighttime hours, but never in the day; light trails you everywhere, is indefatigable, and is a notorious tattletale to anyone with a sharp eye and an ear for gossip…..
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