It is night, the time of the darkness across the land and the time of the sleeping that is required for the resting in fullness in order to be as well-rested in the morning as possible in order for us to be able to tackle the day head on, or something.
It is now the time in which we enter the state that we are most vulnerable in in order to become recovered from the effort exerted over a period of time throughout the day.
Sleep is an awesome thing and it is something that I am looking forward to engaging in as I get to cover myself in blankets and sleep soundly for, at the least, a little while before I wake up in the morning and have a big stretch that leaves my limbs feeling much better than before.
Night is the time that some animals come out when others go away. It is a time for fine dining in the dark, romantic strolls with a darkened landscape as a backdrop, some areas losing their residential definition as they become not much else outside of a collection of lights, photographers of the astral variety coming out to take their photos of the wide, vast space, and so on.
Well, plenty of other types of photographers come out as well, as well as many other types of people.
The night is the period where we are in the shadow cast by the light of the sun not reaching that particular area due to that part of our wonderful planet facing away.
It seems to change the atmosphere and mood of any given area, although that might just be me reading too much into things, or perhaps not enough.
Night is a time of darkness that is no more or less scary than the day, depending on where you are. If you are in the middle of nowhere with no source of light of protection from the elements, then it might be much scarier than it needs to be as all you will have is pitch black. In the city it can be scary if you are alone and the area seems a bit creepy.
Night is a time that usually features the moon in the sky. Sometimes the moon is large. Yesterday it looked much larger than when it was a super moon. It was impressive in its size as it rose over Sydney Park, peaking from behind the trees at first before rising into the sky as gloriously as it could.
The moon and the night almost go together all the time. Sometimes the moon gets up a bit earlier and decides the peruse the morning (and on occasion, afternoon) sky instead. Perhaps it needs a change of scenery on the odd occasion.
The night is as beautiful as the day, although some might see it bland. Some might also see the day as being bland.
It’s their loss, as all times of the day are worth experiencing.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:40:50
Decent speed for something that’s a bit more together than usual.
Written at home.