Beautiful is Nighttime

Beauty in Darkness. The night possesses a grandeur that manifests truly only in darkness.

There is much to evening that we never can find during daytime. Yes, beautiful is nighttime. The eyes may be more capable of witnessing beauty during the day but, regretfully for those who couldn't see well in the dark, there is so much beauty that lay amidst darkness. I myself could see beauty inherent in darkness itself. While white remains a fundamental which transforms to a rainbow of colors when striking droplets of moisture, black simply is black. But that's just it. We never know what's really hidden. And when you see something that glows, it really glows. The night gives grandeur to things which are rather simple and bland in bare daylight.

I suggest reading "In the Moonlight" by Maupassant to realize what beauty really manifests only during nighttime. The pale-faced night brought about by the soft radiance of the moon, the serenity, the solemn songs that emanate from chirping nightingales, "which brings no thoughts but dreams" - these had all awaken in the priest (the main character of the short story) "a great desire to sit down, to pause right there and praise God in all His works." There might be things which would forever exist as opposites as beauty and ugliness, but for a day and night, there surely is beauty in both. And what of the million stars that seem to shimmer like precious gems spread widely in a carpet of blackness? They can only be best witnessed during nighttime when the world is asleep, as if it had been brought to a glorious enchantment so that only the persevering could gaze at the beauty of its possessions.

Nocturnal animals are, of course, remarkable features as well. Nightingales, crickets, the owls, the chirping and humming of which blend with the soft blow of the wind that makes the trees sway so gracefully, the leaves brushing and falling with that crisp, refreshing gentle sound - these are all features of the night. Dreadful as how others might view it, but the howling of wolves (we really don't have wolves here - just an imagination) is truly breathtaking. Another wonder would be fireflies, flying flickering lights that adorn trees on some evenings. Unfortunately, these evenings are getting less and less that it's probably already a year ever since I saw one single firefly gracing the night.

I once said: "Mornings are wonderful for they give us the sun and start us the day. Evenings, I like better; they make me yearn for daylight, and make me hope for the following day." There surely is a different message on that. But really it's an another great feature of the night. Although I couldn't live without a day, I certainly love evenings over any time of the day.