Night

Nothing is better than a walk through the night. It is a time where I am truly free to open my thoughts without any distraction.

While the world rests its psyche and locks itself from the night, I step out of my tiny, almost cottage-like home, surrounded by leaf-infested giants and a grass floor with roads leading to promises of nature, and step out into the sleeping town to claim as my own, going wherever my soul takes me.

The night is the land of the free. In the day, I am too busy with staying within the line of life and society, making sure that I am following the rules and trends of how things should be; no time to think, just do. But at night, no one can govern my unchained consciousness. At night, life itself disappears and a whole new world is born before my eyes. Dark, yet bright.

As I walk out silently through the night, musicians, poets, writers, artists of all kinds come out as it is safe to express their poems to the stars. Usually you will find yourself walking alone in the town, but every now and then you will find a friendly stranger on your carefree journey. You two easily link like chains. While both of you come from different books, the two of you can peacefully come to share one chapter. The two of you carry a conversation that you would never have time to perform in the day; introspective discussions about philosophy, the complex powers of the human mind, why people do the things they do. You two head your own ways, with promises to create crossroads with each other. In the night, a pact is made between two freedom-searching souls.

And just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, the rain was nice enough to keep you company, You didn’t bring an umbrella nor a rain coat; you won’t need them. This never happens all the time, so savour the moment.

Like two violins playing in perfect harmony, the rain mixes in the night like fine wine with a perfectly cooked steak, creating a flavour of aesthetic. You let the rain kindly give you a million kisses. The raindrops perform an orchestra as they hit the roads like drums. Again, this never happens all the time; savour the moment.

But sadly, you must return home to prepare for another governed day. But fear not, night may leave, but it will come again. The night is the land of the free.