NaBloPoMo nov.6 Prompt
As any child would I was afraid of darkness.
It was like somebody is looking at me with big wide eyes, big foot, Yeti or may be a mothman.
Holding a light in the darkness is really scary for me.
Staying in the darkness without a light is somewhat comforts me. It’s like I’m camouflaging.
Like prehistoric people I’m still a little afraid to the dark. I have to admit I'm not proud about that.
But I love the night as well. The calmness, the quietness; it’s soothing. Best time of the day for me is the night.
“The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.” ― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
Blue Haruki used here is metaphorical. It’s the beauty of night. Painting everything with blue, dark blue and dark dark blue; but moon will spray the gold when the sky is clear.
“I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes.”
― Anne Brontë, Best Poems of the Brontë Sisters
She invites the beauty of night to colour her dreams so she can wake from a beautiful dream.
Night has its beauty, only when people can admit it.
I like to feel transition of the environment at the dawn; night into morning.
The cold night becoming a chill in the morning,
The mysterious hmmm of the night owls turning into a sweet tone of robbins.
It is something everyone should feel.