At peace is what I feel when the clock strikes twelve.
The sky’s beauty pulls me in.
I become immersed into the darkness.
There is an eerie silence that falls upon our world at such a time.
Midnight’s nature has such a delicacy that is incomparable.
At this time our people have divided into two; half awake, half dreaming.
Life becomes so simple when the clock strikes twelve.
Problems become miniscule to the broader idea of life.
The moon shines like a lamp in a restful room.
The stars in the sky create an artistic image.
The way the trees blow in the wind and the way crickets make the perfect amount of sound.
I would transform every hour into midnight.