The Night

I love the night. I walked into the night, feeling the cool breeze upon my cheek. Some are afraid of the night, some leery and some resigned it will come. For me, the night holds promises. Promises of noises I would not hear during the day. The sounds of the night with the insects chirping and buzzing create a symphony of noise for any ear to hear. The coolness after the heat of a long day has transpired. The people have gone away, dreaming their dreams, pursuing their thoughts of fantasy. The night brings on a feeling all its own. It can be relaxing after a long day. It can cool from the heat of work. It can bring on a feeling of passion not found during the day. As the day fades, passions seem to rise, bringing on new beginnings with old feelings. A man and a woman might exchange pleasantries during the day, but with the coming of night, may feel something more. The drug of night air brings about its change in their desires, their thoughts, their willingness to go beyond the casual, but to the intimate. The night holds changes not sought after or seen during the day. But unlike the day, can be carried over to the break of day when sanity returns from passions release. Then the pleasant thoughts of the nights repast can bring about the beginnings of a fresh and wonderful new day. I love the night. A time to let the weight of decisions, fall from sagging shoulders. Times to let the strain of worries drain from a troubled mind. A time to sit back, listening to silence, feeling your muscles relax as you shrug off the tensions of a day, of a week, ease away. Your face relaxes, no longer fighting the glare of day. You realize now you can finally lower the day face you have carried so long. The one which shows no worry, but others can count on for support when needed, caring when wanted and rapt attention when expected. Your concerns and interests are finally yours, dictated to your needs, and not those of others. You can relax and feel what you wish, and knowing this, you relax, not wanting to sleep just yet. To enjoy the feeling this freedom of expression gives you, if even for a short time, until once again, you wake and put on the facade created for the world of day you must face. I love the night.