The twilight hour
Its times like these that i love. That magical time between 3 and 6 am, where the world has not fully woken up. And here I am, tapping away at my keyboard, all bundled up in blankets, hearing light snoring, the sounds of birds chirping, and the occasional sound of a vehical passing by. Perhaps this is why its call the bewitching, twilight hour(s).
Im very much a night person. The dark, to me, is not something scary with the boogeyman, ghosts or creepy crawlies. Its a time where I feel most active, and in the silence, i feel most alive. Knowing that no one is around to disturb me, I feel free. Like i can sing at the top of my lungs and no one would be judging (the fact that my bedroom downstairs and everyone else’s is upstairs helps :P)
These are the times that i feel most inspired to write, the times that used to curn out really good blog post (re : early 2005 posts) and poems (re : http://www.zestful.org/my-writings). These are the times i feel the most semangat to write a 2000-word-essay. These are the times that so many ideas fill my head that i dont get to sketch out the designs fast enough.
These are the times I love….
Mumble mumble : Someone on MyBlogLog asked me that day “why is your domain midnightdances?” I guess this post explains it.
u are like a bat.. bat gurl ei? :) Like ur perspective on the pictures, they look great!
i think blogs have made all of us midnight owls….
one thing though… dont think you can sing at the top of your lungs… if you do that… you might find your serene of your night disappear right before your eyes… :)