Do you ever listen to the sounds of the night? I do. It speaks to me like the daytime never will. Not that the daytime cannot speak; I merely do not understand enough of its language.
As a child, I feared the night noises. Of course, that’s only to be expected. After all, a great many of them ten to be unsettling to an already-frightened ear.
All those clinks and clatters, those shatterings and chimings. Just where could they be coming from? And just what could be causing them?
Is there a stranger in the house, or a living shadow stealings its way stealthily along the walls? Perhaps something even worse. You always have to wonder to yourself whether it means any harm, and if so, why does it never just approach you and get it over with?
The world is not the same at night. It moves differently, it moans differently. It cries out as it creaks, settling into the motions of a universal sleep.
However, as I said in my post concerning strangers, the unfamiliar is not necessarily bad. As long as you are wary, the night holds as much benevolence as it does threats. As I grew older, those noises retained their darkness, but I grew used to them. Whether they were good or bad, I did not mind them.
As I have also said before, there are many different types of night. Stay up for long enough and you shall grow to recognise all of their sounds, each individual melody they play. Some can barely even be heard.
I love them all, from the reassuring noises of the city night, with its cars rushing past through curtains of rain, to the soothing hum of a faded, starry night. All the beauty happens at night.
OMG! I love you!
Anyway, speaking of sounds of the night. I can’t NOT show you this. I do love musicals and well you can’t say “sounds of the night” and not think of this.
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Ah, Phantom of the Opera! š š š
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I think this is the kind of post that you are best at. Keep up the good work, sir!
Oh, yes, those pitch black nights when there’s a burglar doing shifty things with the car and then passes out and lays sprawled on the driveway…. and then policemen arrive with guns in their hands but they’re more scared than the unconscious burglar…ha ha.
LOl. xD Is this based on a true story, by any chance?
Yup
You should do a blog post on it…
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“Here Comes The Night” – Van Morrison
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