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.