Every once in a while, I find myself staying up all night.
Not necessarily pulling an all-nighter; I’m not the type of person who can forfeit sleep. But staying up until 3:00, 4:00, 5:00, 6:00am.
Even though I risk screwing up my circadian rhythm, I like to do it anyway—how different the world is at night.
Outdoors, things begin to wind down. The faint rumble of buses passing by my house becomes more and more infrequent. The chatter of the people on the street subsides into silence. The cats and rats scurry along to their hiding spots. All becomes still, as if everything and everyone is waiting for a new chance at tomorrow.
But indoors, the energy shifts at night. People gather for food, drinks, entertainment, laughter, love. A muse visits the creative, bearing gifts of inspiration. Emotions are potent, running wild through our hearts and minds.
Turn off the alarm, forget about tomorrow. The night is yours.
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Every once in a while, I find myself staying up all night.
Not necessarily pulling an all-nighter; I’m not the type of person who can forfeit sleep. But staying up until 3:00, 4:00, 5:00, 6:00am.
Even though I risk screwing up my circadian rhythm, I like to do it anyway—how different the world is at night.
Outdoors, things begin to wind down. The faint rumble of buses passing by my house becomes more and more infrequent. The chatter of the people on the street subsides into silence. The cats and rats scurry along to their hiding spots. All becomes still, as if everything and everyone is waiting for a new chance at tomorrow.
But indoors, the energy shifts at night. People gather for food, drinks, entertainment, laughter, love. A muse visits the creative, bearing gifts of inspiration. Emotions are potent, running wild through our hearts and minds.
Turn off the alarm, forget about tomorrow. The night is yours.
