Ah, the annual dance with the clocks – tonight, they roll back. For many, this moment ushers in a gloomy period, a time when the days grow shorter, and the sun seems to slip away too soon. I used to suffer greatly during these times, sinking into the depths of a seasonal slump.
Yet, this year feels different. There’s a shift in the air, a change in perspective that’s painting the night in a new hue.
Nighttime has always enchanted me. The canvas of the sky turns into a vast expanse painted in deep, velvety black adorned with stars that shimmer like rare gems. It’s when the world hushes, wrapped in a serene silence in winter, a symphony of nature in the summer, that the vibrant colors of life seem to just pop against a dark canvas.
Strolling through the night or merely standing still feeling it across my face is intoxicating to me. The night breeze against my face, becomes a moment of solace and reflection. I feel peace in these moments I don't feel during other times.
While the world slumbers, my sanctuary is found in the quiet hours and I find artistic inspiration at night. There’s a curious beauty in these uninterrupted moments, a singular focus that lets creativity flow freely. It's during these quiet stretches, whether I'm painting or writing, that my thoughts dance onto the page, each stroke and word painted with the hushed intensity of the night.