I have a confession. I am a night owl and I don’t give a hoot about who knows. Yep, that was a terrible pun, but it is true.

I love when I am up late at night and the breezes blow through me like the whispers of God telling me good secrets. I love that feeling of quiet calm that comes just after the overwhelming tiredness where I’m too tired to sleep.

I love the way all those cares and pressures fade into the background noise with the cicadas and crickets. I love that I don’t have to be anywhere or do anything or be anybody other than me for those few moments.

To me, that’s heaven. Not so much the dark, but the feeling that comes with the warm night air and ambient sounds that aren’t lost in all the noise of the day. Not a fanfare, but a quiet air.

I guess that’s why I am a night owl. I’m sure those same sensations come in the pre-dawn hours of the morning, but I’d much rather stay up later than get up earlier any day. I’m too lazy for that.