It's midnight.
The sky is pitch black and the wind is crisp.
The scent of evergreen leaves and city pubs begin to intertwine.
The old, black, street cat begins to purr as it searches for warmth.
The moon is at it's highest point, and the glow of it's face is beaming towards me.
There's a stillness in the air and it brings assurance of bliss.
It's almost ethereal, the way in which the silence of this hour moves me.
I am experiencing the earth at it's rawest state.
Untouched and unnerved.
Undone, unanxious and au naturel.
How could this serene hour produce such an awakening in me?
Causing the pupils of my eyes to dilate in increasing darkness.
Causing my mouth to slow down in speech.
Yet, my mind wanders rapidly.
Aimlessly..
Images of my yesterdays and my tomorrows bombard me.
I begin to reminisce  on all of my joy and sorrows.
The stillness pushes me to confront my being in full transparency.
I feel privileged to partake in the earth's midnight hour.