Those Midnight Hours

24 Sep, 2024

Midnight.
That deep blue¹ or purple color, muted yet still filled with some sort of depth or perhaps some wisdom.
Or that bewitching hour -- not in the sense that witches come out and weird stuff happens, but rather that hour that so encapsulates the feeling of being human.

Midnight.

Those hours that one should be sleeping yet are spent looking, staring, thinking, about non-trivial matters.
That undefined amount of time when the outside world is quiet -- besides the occasional car -- giving rise to that feeling of solitude, calmness, and perhaps tense relaxedness that one so feels wandering around alone.

Midnight.

Those hours spent alone, in company with solely oneself, perhaps in some deep sadness or much needed melancholy.
That time where one reflects on their life and remembers the vastness of eternal time and space.