Why I Adore the Night

I’ve decided to take part in the “Why I adore the night” challenge, which has been started by Hila in her blog - le project d'amour

If you were to disregard the experiences of another person, as well as the traditional, historical and literary aspects of interpreting the night, my version would resemble the painting “The Moonlit Night Over the Dnieper” by Kuinji. You can take a long walk on such a peaceful, warm night, listening to the sounds that surround you, approaching and drifting away. In the night, movement seems more serene, and each insignificant sound becomes bigger and impossible to ignore.

If you travel down the narrow way towards the river and lie on your stomach on the wooden pier, you can put your hand into the water, which has been warmed by the sun during the day, feeling it travel in endless motion towards the places you would like to explore.

Turning on your back, you will see the moon, clouds, and pairs of white birds flying in the dark.

Be sure to hurry up, because there are several more things that need to be tried on a warm night.

You need to find a wide, level field of flowers, and spin around with your eyes open and your arms outstretched. Once you run out of energy, feel free to fall down into the grass and the flowers, but try not to fall asleep. It would be nice if there was a gentle breeze blowing at that moment. It would help cool you down.

Try not to laugh too loudly, so as not to attract Rembrandt’s Night Watch.

After all of that, you should definitely find a swing; any swing will do. You should climb on it no matter what, and swing - either high or low, depending on your mood. You can even just sit there. The swing might be a little creaky. This would prevent you from getting carried away, as in the painting by Jean-Honoré Fragonard, and you won’t have to awaken unsuspecting neighbours.

 
If you wish – and if you’re not too far away from the water – you can greet the morning like Monet did while painting his “The Seine at Giverny”. All the silvery-pink shades of the earliest rays of the sun reflecting on the water – it’s real poetry of colour. It`s nearly impossible to capture.

I love the night. The simplest actions, which wouldn`t be that much fun during daylight, can offer a whole spectrum of enjoyment when it`s night.

I`d like to end with a few words of warning. Don`t send letters composed during the night, and don`t try my earlier suggestions if you suspect that there might be vampires lurking nearby.