I skipped yesterday and my only excuse is that I got a headache, I'm getting a lot of them lately from stress. And if there's anything you should ever know about me at all is that when I get headaches I really, really get them. Like I don't just go oh my head is sore. It's like brain rushing out of my ears, being over the head with a spiked hammer in one concentrated spot, everything is bad and I just wanna scream kind of headache. And basically my only cure for them is to sleep, lots and lots of sleep. And so I do that, hence the skipping of yesterday. Okay but let's get into this blog, shall we, which was the one I was planning on writing yesterday but never got a chance too.
I really like the world at night. During the day it's too harsh, there's something wrong. The light is either too bright or too dull, the cold seems colder and the hot seems hotter. And then there's just nothing calm, not where to hide. I stay inside a lot because the world during the day scares me. And that's probably bad, because I probably have a huge vitamin deficiency from not being in the sun enough. But the day is just so scare, sometimes I wish so badly that humans could just sleep during the day and be awake during the night. Nighttime just makes feel so alive, it's just so amazing. And night, no matter what, is always beautiful. Think about the summer nights, everything is cooler and less humid. But the air is till heavy, but heavy of human things, the smells and tastes, sights and sounds. In summer it's like you can hear the the sounds of the day in the air, laughter of children hidden between the rustle of leaves. And if you grew up close to water like me, there's nothing more wondrous than tasting the salt in the air at night and hear the beating of the waves like, natures own clock with the hands never stopping their beat. We celebrate in the night of summer too, and I can tell you, there is nothing as beautiful as watching fireworks light up the night on the forth, the world filled with smoke and fog, where streetlights and reflections can turn a tree's silhouette into the most magical thing. And there's fall, when everything gets colder and the air just seems newer and cleaner. Sometimes you'll catch the harvest moon, blazing red orange and larger than you're used to. And in fall there are more stars, there are more people staying up late, there is more life in the night that comes with the time change. Winter is the best, because everything is so clear and perfect. Stars twinkle during the winter, the really do, winking back and forth at each other, little kisses they give to each other. And even if it gets too cold it's never too cold, really. Because the grass is crunchy beneath your feet and cold air comes out of your mouth, you can be a dragon at night, breathing your smoke into the perfect air. There's something about the winter night, about how still and contained it is. It's like you're surrounded by glass, an ever still breaking glass that never stops and never ceases, and endless stream of perfection. But the best part of the winter is late in the year, seeing the colored and white lights coming to life on streets. Christmas have always been one of my favorite things in the world. They're just amazing. The way they light up things, the images they show,I'm not sure how anyone could dislike Christmas lights. And then spring, the spring which we're falling into right now, how nights come later and sunsets last longer. The world is getting more reckless, throwing itself away to the warm weather. It's there at night too, the warm that's not too hot yet, it holds you like a warm hand in spring. And the wind it stirs everything, filling your nose with flowers and pollen, scented dewdrops of some higher world. And trees, bursting with green, their leaves reaching toward the sparkling stars above. Then storms come in spring, spreading into summer. And they are so brilliant, the thumping rain heavy or light, beating around you. With flashes of thunder that light up everything for one, fleeting moment. A capture, a picture of the beautiful night.
And night is just nice. It's comforting. It saves me.
Fin.
-Keshia
Currently Reading The Cry of the South by Lila Dostal
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