To the Night

Words after dark.

Night,

We meet again, here in the middle of spring, in the middle of the week.

I am going to tell you a secret, please keep it to yourself. Yesterday, I felt a peace I have not felt in a long time, and then today I felt guilty for it.

What is it that makes us the way that we are, and what is it about sadness that can feel so much like home?

What is it, Night, tell me, if you know.

But that all does not matter because today I fed the crows, and then I watched the rain. My cat slept on my lap while I drank a cup of tea, and again in this moment while I write this to you at midnight.

Night, I have to tell you something; today I felt the darkness, and then I found the light.

-S

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To the Night is a journal kept after the manor has gone quiet.