Blog Guelph: Midnight

dark winter night, a photo by NaturesEssence on Flickr.

It is actually midnight as I type this.

The vacillating weather has turned to tempestuous gusting snow tonight and sleep seems like a distant calmness somewhere. Out there. A kind of peaceful exclusivity.

I long to understand so many things. So many things seem to elude me. At the midnight hour, things take on a strange prospect - sometimes too large or too far. 

In the blanket of the night we wrap our lives, each bedded towards some dream. In our wakefulness, hope. We draw pride and bridges to lands we may never meet. 

Troubles play out. Time takes its trespass. 

Night knows us as we are, not as who we would want to be. Here we each set ourselves, human nakedness, against the shadow tides and sail into a hapless deep.

But even as I set course, the night is mid way.... Yes, we are already halfway home to light.

~ Aidan M.D. Ware