Once the chill of the night can be seen to set in that is when the awakening begins. Tuesdays child may be full of grace but this child is full of the moons face.
Why is it that night time is the best time? The time when all oddities come alive. When what one may have only imagined will manifest by ways soon know within but only by tiny fragments.
When the only thing heard are brief rustles of the wind and one’s own mind mutters. The quiet time. The peaceful time. The powerful time. How hard it is to quantify the immense overwhelming feeling of entire stability in the stillness.
The time spent to reflect, remember and remain. If one could capture a glimpse, would it be spontaneously assigned or is it all predisposed? Can you request one or more? Even if you were to watch the reel, would it be worth it? Could you or others be worthy? Would you?