If only it was possible in my world to become nocturnal. I love night-time; it’s peaceful, dark, quiet place. That and I am what people call a “night hawk”. In other words, the opposite of a morning person.
I wake up at 7am but am not quite awake until noon. I then become more and more awake (usually) the later it becomes. You can understand my trouble with going to bed. I guess you could call it insomnia, or some odd version. Unless I’m excruciatingly tired, it takes me a while to fall asleep. Beside the point, I wake up to roll over… very annoying. I also lack the drive to go to bed in general. I’m like, “Oh, I should go to bed. But wait! I could read! Or finish up the last section of my math unit!” This happens all too often. Who wants to go to bed if they don’t feel tired at that moment in time and there are more interesting things to do?
TANGENT MOMENT: I actually do love sleep though. Mostly for the dreams. I will discuss these more in an up-coming blog post.
Anyway, despite knowing that don’t get enough sleep for the amount of energy I use during the day and that I am going to be dead in the morning, I stay up late.
Now, I’m not sure about you, but I prefer the night hours to the day hours, even setting aside that I am more awake then. I love to stare at the moon. I don’t have a good reason to like it, but I do anyway. It’s probably like my fascination with staring at flames (especially camp fires) outdoors at night. It has a strange calming effect, making the world feel like it is free of all sins and sorrows. Sounds in the dead of night also aid in this. It’s quiet, except for the distant rumble of one of the few passing cars, the crickets and the wind.
Now you get up off your porch step and walk down to the street lamp bathed street below. Standing on the curb of the sidewalk you glance up and down the street, seeing nothing but the glint off the parked cars, the rustling leaves and the lonely, empty road. The occasional bat flies overhead and a cat runs down a distant driveway. You are alone in a dim-lit world with only nature and its beasts. Even those of you who are extreme people-persons must like the break from the stress others bring with them? I live off that stressless air, no one’s emotional aura to interfere, just the sweet peace of dreaming heads or bent heads over their late-night book.
Turning to the left you meander down your street and turn onto the main road, passing only one or two cars instead of the daytime’s crowd. You pass only one other person on your stroll; a fellow night-timer; a slight nod to each other as you pass. This may confirm you don’t get the night to yourself, but you know inside that this person feels the same way and relishes the night, not wanting to disturb the peace.
You walk back into the lonely neighbourhood and walk to the local park. Sitting on a swing you can open your mouth and sing to your heart’s desire, with no one there to judge you or to disturb. Gosh, if you want to you jump up off your swing in a graceful (or not so graceful) leap and dance along the street back to your home.
Once and a while, it’s nice to enjoy the subtle peace of the night-time. Have you taken your turn yet? If only I could be nocturnal.