Night, the beloved

Nighttime is my favorite time. It's kind of a magical thing for me, always has been. I love exploring on my own in the darkness of cities and country roads alike. When I'm upset, the moon and the night sky keep me company, and when I'm feeling serene or thoughtful they inspire me.

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.

~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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