I love being a woman in the nighttime.
The Bible says a good woman’s light never goes out all night long.
Of course, back then, that meant she refilled her personal oil lamp so it would last, while she slept for a while, often checking to see if it was still going. It meant she knew how much oil “all night” would take, too, and how long the darkness would last.
That scripture talks about so much more than just a light.
Or a night.
But back to my love—I love being in my house when everyone else in my house is asleep.
I love easing up to their doorways and listening to the sounds of their contented, healing breathing.
I love them.
I love going outside at night when the whole household is asleep and looking at the stars all by myself. I look for Orion, the Big Dipper, the North Star, and the Milky Way. I check for planets, and rejoice to know Mars.
It feels so good to know some things never change. Some things are always quiet and in place, no matter what else changes or shouts for my attention.
The night sky is one of those things.
A toad that inhabits the foundation plantings around my house comes out at night and sits on the top step by the back door. I know he is waiting for a bug, but I fantasize he is checking the stars, too. He doesn’t shy from me as he used to, so I also suppose we are friends.
No kisses, though—already have my prince charming.
The writing I do at night is more reasoning and efficient, while my morning work is more poetic, often unfinished. I guess I change with the changing sunlight, sliding from introspective to all business. If I am working with the Internet at the stroke of midnight, I’ve noticed it changes, too, right then. The cumbersome waiting gives way to spritely service, as if my computer were waiting for its morning rations.
But some things about me never change, too. My Guiding Star is always available, if only I turn and look to Him. I think I am closest to Him when I sleep, and therefore more like His creative nature when I’ve just wakened.
How about you?
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The Conquering Mom.com 
Sometimes I have to turn out my lights (close my eyes!) during the day to shut out all the world in order to hear what I’m supposed to do or to pray for guidance. I, too, love the night.
Oh, me too, Victoria! Me too! And when I want to get the full beauty of a piece of music, I do that too. Seems I can hear better with my eyes shut. 🙂
Good post. I usually only see midnight once a year. New Years Eve. Last year it was more. I visited a dear friend and we stayed up late several nights.
Thanks for your comment, Karen!
I, myself, grew tired of rising at 4 a.m., so began retiring later and later. 🙂
I am a morning person. I like the early morning hours, peeking in on everyone as I close their door when I get up so The coffee grinder doesn’t wake them. 🙂 My hubby is a night owl.
Have a good holiday this weekend.
Oh, I love the early morning, and usually rise first, still, but 4 was just silly, for me. Thanks for your good wishes! It will be a working holiday for me.