The night is a beautiful thing.

I have no idea why I think this. But for as long as I can remember, the night has held a special glory for me. If I didn't know better, I'd say I was a nature worshipper of some variety. There is just something about letting the crisp air wash over you, feeling the purity of it when you inhale. Your eyes snap into sharper focus to compensate for the lesser illumination. You want to run, fast. Just to feel the exhileration of speed in this deep, cool, still silence. You feel excited, like you did when you were a kid and everything was a mysterious adventure.

Yes, I love being in touch with the night. The silence, the solitary peace.

Needless to say, I find the day despicable.

Combine a beautiful night with a powerful thunderstorm, and that's basically a spiritual experience for me.