Night vs. Day

It’s two a.m. The computer is off yet there is the low hum from the external drives still running. Flick. Gone. The streets are quiet but another hum still exists outside, little murmurs from the men visiting the brothel beneath our apartment. I wonder if the night feels ignored, especially on such sunny days. All day long we compliment the weather, we work ourselves hard in the sun only to meet the night with tired bones and smiles. I reach out to the night, the place of my second wind. That piece of solitude we all embrace as it is always fleeting. The deep dark night will test your patience and it will cheer you on to keep it company until dawn, if you dare. That is what the night hopes for, so that you may sleep through most of the day and return to enjoy the night that much quicker. Lonely is the night. Good night? Tricky night, good day. Night and day.