Night is arguably the most fearsome time in a day. The darkness is ever stretching concealing most things. The shadows are worse though. The pale light of the moon make the corners of the world darker than black. You can peer into these spots to try to catch a glimpse of what lies inside, but these attempts are fruitless. You are more likely to see a vision of the endless void, spying shapes and silhouettes of the creatures that lie within. To glimpse these is to glimpse ones inner fears, and that is not good for the mind. The mind can wander and create your truest fear out of the inky blackness. It is best to not look into these spots, to just walk by. This is exactly what I do. My mind can create the most wicked of demons. As I walk through the streets I am painfully aware of my age. In my youth I always used to walk around to my destinations, it was my favourite method of transportation. Sure, I had other means, ones that were considered easier on the body, bu...

I always liked this time of night.  I always found it to be serene how the world stands still.  You can hear some soft sounds here and there.  Mostly those made by nature herself.  A light rustle of leaves in a tree, a slight skittering of a rodent running across the pavement.  Not much of anything, but enough to remind you that time hasn’t stood still.  The moon was at its peak, and while it wasn’t full, it was casting an ethereal glow upon the surfaces.  The moonlight seemed to extract colours from the earth, instead of wash over them.  Reds became violets and greys became silvers.  Looking around, one could forget that they were even on Earth, and maybe imagine that they are on another world, or in another time. For a brief moment I close my eyes and take a slow breath in.  I can picture being in this other time.  A time of the past, of simplicity.  A time when the world seemed mystical and full of unanswered question s....