Tranquility of the night. .
The tranquility of the night is simply divine
It’s the only time where peace seems whole and is generously undaunted, with no strong challenges nor barriers. The night is where fear blends like a chameleon in the woods because the darkness becomes the mask that scares even the wild away.
The night is where great secrets are kept and grave secrets are buried. The boldness of the dark deep world that emerges at nightfall empowers and emboldens the wicked whose interests are usually protected by the darkness of the night.
The tranquility of the night remains the sweet serenity upon which equanimity is experienced in completeness as the human body gets to slow down its metabolic rate as well as allow the brain the opportunity to repair body cells, store new information and get rid of toxic wastes. . .
The night therefore is a place of healing but also a place of brokenness, where the mind dwells most times on its disappointments, recalls its frustrations and reminisces on its failures. The night is where tough decisions are made and resolves are maintained. It’s a time when the truth is undiluted because it is told to self. The night is like a book cover and it’s activities like the chapters of the book.
In the night, sounds are louder, everyone is conscious of noise so they talk softly as though not to wake the darkness from its beauty sleep and the tranquility that accompanies it from its slumber. The night is where realities walk naked in pure confrontation as the mind cannot resist the facts which only the mystery of the night can unveil. Besieged by doubt, the mind queries our sanity and exposes our frailty knowing we are not ashamed to let go some tears that may have been welling in our eyes all through the day time. Tranquility is a great gift of peace that the night thus bestows on the tired, while the restless struggle with their sleep like a rattle snake in green grass..
The night is where the conscience re-examines its decisions, reconsiders its options and settles for the most appealing as regarding the thought that has burdened it to action.
The tranquility of the night is where tears are silent and sobbing a common feature of letting out displeasures and brokenness the soul only knows. Though some seem to be hypocritic about the reality of what the night holds but most decisions taken are products of the dead of the night where distractions are powerless and the power of reasoning at the advantage.
In the night, sadness deepens especially on those who have lost every sense of hope and do not believe that no matter how dark the night might be, there will always be a daybreak at some point.
Tranquility of the night is where bliss fills the mind and projections are lifting, where worries are replaced with moments of indescribable peace and joy beyond comprehension, that place where numbness becomes like an opium and the feeling utopia.
In the night, fates are met and destinies are either made or destroyed by mere words of not so common movers. The night is like an envelop that hides the secret evils of evildoers. . . yet it is the only time where you own your thoughts all by yourself.
