I was trying to write, write, write, driven as I feel, but couldn't... so I thought I'd look for a night quote to send everyone off to the sweetness of sleep.This one seemed to fit more eerily for my day than I expected to find... and it was my first peek too.
Night,
the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the
destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important
becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary
self and grows with the calm of a tree.
G'night!