Ratgirl, I completely agree with you on that. I am exactly the same way. To me, this type of thing is inexplicable. There's a certain something about the night, in all its enigma, beauty and strange power. It seems to portray a similar kind of "essence" as a wonderful fragrance, spectacular painting, scenery, or melody. I don't care how tacky it sounds, I feel so alive at night. I love the sensation of the air moving through and around as it provides solace with its gentle breath. Its swaying of the trees is so peaceful, and in a way hypnotizing. And the stars...That's the best part. Their splendor never ceases to astonish me. I probably sound ridiculous, but it doesn't matter. Life is too short to worry about such things...
Ratgirl, I completely agree with you on that. I am exactly the same way. To me, this type of thing is inexplicable. There's a certain something about the night, in all its enigma, beauty and strange power. It seems to portray a similar kind of "essence" as a wonderful fragrance, spectacular painting, scenery, or melody. I don't care how tacky it sounds, I feel so alive at night. I love the sensation of the air moving through and around as it provides solace with its gentle breath. Its swaying of the trees is so peaceful, and in a way hypnotizing. And the stars...That's the best part. Their splendor never ceases to astonish me. I probably sound ridiculous, but it doesn't matter. Life is too short to worry about such things...