There is something quite beautiful that lies in the silence  
3:48 in the morning.
You know everyone you can think of is a sleep,
blissful in their own dream space.
Alone with your thoughts
alone in time
simply beautifully alone.
Things are quieter.
Docile.
Yet, they are still sharp with your own pondering of life’s ambtions.
I do this sometimes.
I wake up.
I sit
embrace the cold night air.
Sitting in my own head
my own dream space