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I am a Nyctophile

by @thewiccaman

I am a Nyctophile. I love the night, the darkness: it gives me pleasure, it gives me comfort, it gives me peace. In the night hours I can hear the soft rustling of the trees, the trilling of insects, the gentle pad of the cat, the bark of the fox, the scurrying of the hedgehog as they go about their night-time adventures. In the night hours I can see the the stars glimmering above and when the moon is risen, I can bask in her soft, silver glow. In the night hours I can smell the cool air and taste the new-formed dew. In the night hours all that is familiar takes on a new persona in the shadows. And what secrets hide in those shadows? They do not bring me fear but curiosity … In the quiet of the night, my thoughts are mine, uninterrupted and unencumbered by the noises of the day; the clamour of voices, the roar of the traffic, the cacophony of daily life. I love the night, the darkness, it gives me pleasure, it gives me comfort, it gives me peace. © 2025
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thewiccaman
68 / M / English
Published
May 1, 2025
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#night#darkness#shadows#nyctophile
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