A thousand sparkling diamonds encrust a sky of jet. Icy particles on grass beneath my feet glisten in the eerie light of a shimmering silver moon. I should sleep. But if I did I would be deprived this secret miracle of nature.
A distant hoot of a night owl breaks the deafening silence, and a rabbit darts hither and thither on its zig-zag route. The green eyes of a fox stare straight into mine as it stands motionless, balanced on three legs. If I were asleep, the world of the night would carry on regardless. I would be unaware of it. It would be unaware of me.
Eyes heavy, legs leaden, I reluctantly wend my way to my bed. I open wide the curtains and lay looking out through frozen panes of glass to the place I’ve just discovered. It will have gone when I awake. The calm of the night replaced by the bustle of the day.
And so to sleep wishing I was a creature of the night.