Burn Going Down

Collect In Corners

Come Back Wrong

Compile In The Background

Compress You

Feel Like A Teenager Again

Feel Like Bad Decisions

Feel Overexposed

Feel Overthought

Find Meaning That Isn't There

Go Out Too Late

Go Red And Quiet

Hit Different At Night

Keep Talking After The Point

Linger Past Due

Move And Stay Put

Move Without Leaving

Never Repeat Exactly

Overstay The Moment

Read Too Much Into It

Repeat With Variations

Smell Like A Decision

night

dream

imagination

dawn

morning

rhetorical question

one-liner

cucumber

haiku

fall

winter

cold

duck

phobia

nonsense question

darkness

dusk

walking the dog

driving

rain

grocery store

Costco

adulting

going out

lateness

night owl

going to bed early

all-nighter

pulling an all-nighter

self-doubt

self-hate

introspection

is a dead monotonous period under a roof... but in the open world it passes lightly, with its stars and dews and perfumes, and the hours are marked by changes in the face of nature. What seems a kind of temporal death to people choked between walls and curtains, is only a light and living slumber to the man who sleeps afield.

Night is a dead monotonous period under a roof... but in the open world it passes lightly, with its stars and dews and perfumes, and the hours are marked by changes in the face of Nature. What seems a kind of temporal death to people choked between walls and curtains, is only a light and living slumber to the man who sleeps afield. Robert Louis Stevenson

is a stealthy, evil raven, wrapt to the eyes in his black wings.

Night is a stealthy, evil Raven, Wrapt to the eyes in his black wings. Thomas Bailey Aldrich

is a temporal death under a roof... but in the open world, with its stars and dews and perfumes, it passes lightly as the hours are marked by changes in the face of nature.

is a time to forget the outward world and to hold communion with the beings of the mind.

There is something in the nature of silence which affects me deeply. Why it is I know not... but I do know that I love to be alone at such an hour as this. I love to forget the outward world and hold communion with the beings of the mind.

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The night is a tunnel . . . a hole into tomorrow. Frank Herbert

is for thieves, the day is for honest men.

The day is for honest men, the night for thieves. Euripides

is friendly and familiar out in the country, but in a city, with its blaze of lights, it is unnatural, hostile and menacing like a monstrous vulture that hovers, biding its time.

In the country the darkness of night is friendly and familiar, but in a city, with its blaze of lights, it is unnatural, hostile and menacing. It is like a monstrous vulture that hovers, biding its time. W. Somerset Maugham

night, n.All

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