Me? I’m the most nocturnal of night owls! Always have been: Kept my mother up betimes in order to achieve a hatching time of 10.45 pm. Nearly fifty-eight years ago, it was, and a snowy old day in darkest Aldershot – but that’s for another time, another place, another post…
I have often wondered if our energy proclivities stem from our times of birth. My son, for example, was, like me, a past-ten-pee-em-a! The night delivered him symbolically as surely as I did physically – and, just like his dear Mama, he is a slug of a morning (in fact, the pair of us make the average Arion distinctus look decidedly frisky) and a bubbling broth of bursting enthusiasm once the evening slopes in!
I adore the night: Love the sensual darkness, the sheer range of colours associated with the Moon’s many phases, the way the landscape shifts and becomes other. I love walking at night – driving too. Inspiration sleets down like silvery rain when the lights go out and the stars switch on.
I fizz and sparkle and dance and sing and create in the deepest midnight moments. I am at my most alive at such times!
I suspect that Patti Smith – who, incidentally, is a fellow Capricorn – is probably one of night’s priestesses too. Could be wrong. It has been known! But I think her song title from so long ago says it all…
You early birds, enjoy catching that all-important worm; I begrudge it you not! Rejoice in the golden-rose rising of the Sun, and the soft sprinkles of dew upon night-sleepy grass; I will grant you the beauty and wonder of both!
But leave me, and my kind, to the silky and sexy sleeve of night’s passionate embrace!