Saturday, August 23, 2008

Being awake in the middle of the night while the rest of the house, if not the world, seems to be asleep, is an exhilarating feeling.

Anything can happen. After all, it is the withching hour.

The moon's disappeared from the window frame now.

Lights are shutting down, the day's business is over.

Sleep arrives with the conviction that problems can be solved while the mind slumbers through its subconscious territories.

Yes, the stars are out outside.

Slowly the heat trapped during the day seeps out.

Seconds slow to minutes, minutes to hours, and hours disappear all together.

Yes, the morning is round the corner. But time, for now, has ceased to exist.

posted by Clezevra @ 11:47 AM  
3 Comments:
  • At August 23, 2008 at 11:00 PM, Blogger boojam said…

    It's Britain, C, as I say, incidentally in line 2.
    Anyway, I like your ambition...to write in exotic locations, without the pressure of finances snapping at your heels. But that would not be to achieve nothing.

     
  • At August 23, 2008 at 11:29 PM, Blogger Lucid Darkness said…

    The witching hour's the time when I'm most awake during the day. :P
    As an insomniac, it's no big deal for me to be up till twelve or one or even two every night. Yet, the charm of the night can always be felt ... especially if you find yourself staring at the moon at three a.m. on one sultry night. :)

     
  • At August 28, 2008 at 4:54 AM, Blogger Jobbyjobber said…

    Insomnia?

     
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