Lonely Nights

The day has finished using up its energy.

Lights stay on longer than they need to. Movement slows to what is essential. Sound thins out. The world does not stop; it simply becomes less interested in being impressive.

This is the hour where nothing is expected.

Nothing needs to be answered. Nothing needs to be noticed. Being unremarkable feels intentional instead of accidental. Repetition settles in and holds everything steady.

The balance is fragile.

Too much quiet and the hours blur together. The sense of direction weakens. Too little and the mind never lands anywhere long enough to rest.

So the night is used carefully.

Just enough distance to feel solid again. Just enough presence to remember there is still something worth returning to.

The pattern continues until it doesn’t, and that is enough.