Nights naturally nourish nonsense.
Nights. Ah, nights. Nights are so wonderful. Filled with stars and sleep and dreams and the oddest ideas. Nights bring darkness and calm. They bring the fairies out to dance and the silver moon to shine. I spent so many nights reading when I was younger; I wonder how I could do without all the sleep. I like working at the darker hours of the day. Coming home at night, driving through a city that seems to be deserted, gives me a surreal feeling, one that makes me find inspiration in shadows and leafs.
As much as I love to watch the clouds at day, I love to gaze at the stars at night or the small clouds hiding the moon even a little more. At night everything is in the shadows. All differences are masked, the sounds seem muted and the fears seem to fade in sight of the stars.
Maybe you are familiar with the work of Walter Moers? He’s a german author, who translated the books of Hildegunst von Mythenmetz (Optimus Yarnspinner), a lindworm and author too. He wrote about the “Orm” and the alphabet of stars and I think at night the chances for me are higher to find my way to the Orm. (For more information about this, please read “The City of Dreaming books”)