Mad Poetry SkillzZ

I love night time, late evenings, winters and heavy rain. Maybe all of it at once, to describe the perfect day for me. 

It's just

The smell of cold air. So fresh and gentle. Smells like peace, like an ending and a beginning of something quite marvelous. The sounds of crickets, the pita pata of rain, wood fire crackling or the occasional sound of cars driving past, nothing can sound this calming. Cold fingers and noses, the breeze going through your hair, it's the absolute definition of tranquility. 

The day is like a page full of text. Words after words, but nothing worthy to take note of. Just a whole lot of petty inconveniences to get over . But in the night, when the lights come out, the page seemed to be highlighted, like a bright yellow highlighter on black ink. And suddenly, the words are pronounceable. We see things we never knew were significant. 

The city comes to life. The grown ups come to play and little kids are ready to turn in for the night. It's dinner time, TV time, movie time, family time and time for yourself. The whole country seems to wind down into this indoor indulgences and in the satisfaction of returning home after a long day of work. 

Every good adventure starts when the sun hides. Parties, aimless driving, sleepovers, camping and other shenanigans, the best stories come from here. Cheeky Nandos or Maccas runs (depends on where the fuck ya from) is only legit when it happens at night. Regular pizza just doesn't taste as good as late night pizzas. You know what, anything you eat doesn't taste as good as anything you eat at night. Pancakes at 3am, or soup at 4, it just doesn't cut it in the daytime.

2am is the time when the world is quiet. No one expects anything from you, no responsibilities, or troubles; just like a child. I could stare at the sky through my window for hours and just think about all the wonderful things it can hold. 

The night sky is present within us as well. By the very matter that birthed existence, I came to know the universe and myself.