Night is a beautiful thing. It's where the workers rest and dream, and the nocturnal open their glowing eyes to what's all around them. It's where the stars and the moon shine down on the world, and for those who wait to see a shooting star; and to see all the constellations. It's where a day has ended, yet another is coming on its way, and we all await to see what will come of it. Night is also the time where my mind comes alive with ideas to narrate a story that has been created in my head.
Though I know I should rest my eyes, I long to write what will happen next; just like I long to know what will come of tomorrow. The days are shorter and the air is colder, yet night will always come at the end of the day, in order to reflect on the days happenings. Night brings alive characters that were never known before, like in a story, or a night animal in your backyard, or perhaps a sleep walking person, whom performs acts that they never would in real life. Night brings about another world that never existed or rather was never thought of during the day time. And at this time of year, night seems like it approaches us sooner and sooner, with every day closer and closer to more sunshine.
Though I know I should rest my eyes, I long to write what will happen next; just like I long to know what will come of tomorrow. The days are shorter and the air is colder, yet night will always come at the end of the day, in order to reflect on the days happenings. Night brings alive characters that were never known before, like in a story, or a night animal in your backyard, or perhaps a sleep walking person, whom performs acts that they never would in real life. Night brings about another world that never existed or rather was never thought of during the day time. And at this time of year, night seems like it approaches us sooner and sooner, with every day closer and closer to more sunshine.
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