Cav's Place

So many times I wonder why must we lead our lives during the day…
Why can’t we wake up at 5-6 PM and go to bed at 7-8 AM?

On the other hand, if everybody would do that, I think I’d start to like the day.
I like the quietness of the night. I like the sound of the night (crickets in the grass, wind on empty streets). At night I even like sounds that I hate during the day, for example that car rushing alone at 4 AM, I like these sounds at night because they’re unique and distinctive, not lost in an ocean of other identical sounds, as it is during the day.
I like the look of the night. Faded colors and details. Shadows everywhere, shadows that sometimes can only be defined by your imagination. I like to look outside and see that nothing moves except for nature (represented, generally, by trees), and even she sits still sometimes.
I like it when night is my own at home. When I’m the only one left awake. Of course, it can be even nicer if my girlfriend is also awake, but only if she feels like spending time with me, which doesn’t happen too often.
I like that I can hear my own thoughts at night without anyone and anything getting in the way. I can daydream. At night I can find a life worth living, at least inside my thoughts. And if it’s in my thoughts, then maybe someday (or, maybe, some night), it will become real.
I think real life is lived at night. I don’t mean active nightlife, but quiet, solitary (or as a couple, if everything goes well) life. At night it’s my life, during the day it’s everyone else’s.