Here in the dark, secrets come out to play like children in the moonlight, without the harsh sun illuminating false pretenses.
My favorite hour of the day is the one just before dawn. It’s the hour that draws my soul like a magnet, pulling me up, keeping me awake with the distant and receding stars. The pink tongue of daylight barely yawns on the horizon, and the air is heavy and light at the same time. This is where I always find my answer, twinkling with possibility, and swooning for the tragedy of the missed night.