I like long, dark nights. The longer the better.

The kind of night where I go to sleep, and then wake up later, and it’s still before Midnight and my oldest is still awake, light from her room seen from under her door.

I typically get up and go to the kitchen for a drink of water; I use the bathroom. On particularly good nights that might happen twice. And still I have more hours to sleep.

Sleep is the recharge, the calm, the peaceful bliss. And I pretty well physically feel that peaceful bliss through the night…so the longer the better. it soothes me; refreshes me; fortifies me.

And then when the first,faint light starts to stream in through the window in the pre-dawn, I’m a little sad. It means the particular peace of the night’s darkness is over.

It’s time to do grown-up things.

Fine.

In twelve hours time the darkness and peace of the long, dark night will fall upon me again.

Fine. I’ll wait. I’ll make it through the day.

But I’m excited about another long, dark, night.