I tend to be most alive in the day. I’m in love with the greens of the trees and I’m energized by the sun. I crave the sound of singing birds and the feel of sun-warmed skin. But when times get hard – when I’m tired, overburdened, or worn down – that’s when I become one with the night. The dark skies call me to throw open the door and step outside right when I would be laying down for the night. So I listen to the crickets against the quiet, and I stare at the stars. I disappear into the stillness and listen again to the moon. I listen and she tells me everything is alright. Rest now in the night. Just breathe. Everything is alright.
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