We keep running, we keep driving, we keep racing towards the falling daylight, constantly aware of the upcoming night in the back of our minds. Many of us never want the day to end, we don't want to see the light vanish so we have to endure the night. Though I chase the sunset, I welcome night as well. I love the cool feeling, of knowing that the world is still awake, even if its a different kind of world. Things are surreal. Music flows alongside wine and bodies move in different rhythms that all humans seem to know - dance and sex. And sunset is that transition, where you are still feeling the leftover sensation from the day but the sinking into night.
I don't know why so much stigma is associated with the nighttime. And such different kinds too. You have the perception of nightlife, the perception that it's where the party animals come out of their dens to drink and be wasted and let the sorrows wash away. Or that nighttime is when the creeps come out, when those who are unaccepted by society poke their heads out of the dirt and the gutters to wreak havoc and pain.
I don't consider myself among those. At least, I'd hope. Nighttime is also the time for creativity - for inspiration and admiration, for surrealness and dreams and expectations. I love the nighttime. For me the energy of the daytime sails right through the sunset and into the moon-lit sky. Why should I bother chasing sunsets? If I stay where I am, I get to watch the beautiful event of nature without trouble, calm instead of hurried, welcoming the night. And if I'm lucky enough, I'll see the sunrise as well. This post isn't suppossed to make any sense, but it does for me anyways.
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