Okay, after being inspired by the Poetry Slam, I wrote this randomly when I should’ve been working. You know where my priorities lie.

Dark Night on November 08, 2013

I love the night.

You can travel down a road every day. You’ll know its twists and turns by heart. You can start from Point A and reach Point B with your eyes closed. Turn left at the boulder, avoid that fallen branch, careful of the hole in the ground slightly to your right. The way is engraved in your brain, every rock and tree and creature permanently etched behind your eyelids. The path is illuminated in your mind, its image fixed and still.

But travelling that same road at night is entering a new realm. Shadows you never knew to exist blanket the scenery. You never know what’s lurking around the bend.  The darkness leaves you unsure of your next step. This uncertainty terrifies me.

But the unknown night welcomes new discoveries. You finally notice how the stars glisten. How the wind rushes through the trees, swinging branches and leaves in a melody of pure spontaneity. How the aroma of rich soil wafts up into your nostrils, stirring memories of childhood days, when mud pies were always on the recess menu. How the fallen leaves and tiny pebbles crunch beneath your feet, a tactile dance of smooth and hard, of crinkled and fragile.

The night is a new world for you to discover. There are risks and dangers, but also awe and wonder. It’s taking the familiar and molding it into a new piece of art. It’s taking your mind and forming it into the shape of your heart.

I love the night.