For many people, midnight isn't that late. I am one of those people. I don't know what it is with the night but I'd take it over day any day (see what I did there? haha)
I haven't always been this way.
As a little girl, and even as a not-so-little-girl, I've been afraid of the dark. I kept a night light on as I slept or sometimes, I don't even turn out the lights at all. I could blame it on all the stories I've ever heard about the things that go bump in the night. I was a little scaredy-cat. I still am sometimes but I can say that I am no longer as terrified as I was before. I guess it's just one of the things we outgrow.
As I grew older, my eyes became open to the realities of the world. The nightmares that I fear lurking in the dark corners of my room at night is not any less terrifying than the horrors that occur in broad daylight. What do we even fear in the dark? What do we fear in the night? I'm not entirely sure anymore.
I think what I used to be scared of was not the dark per se, but what the dark hides in it. The uncertainty, the unknown... that's the thing that made my heart beat double time as I lay awake in bed. But if it's the unknown that we fear, why couldn't we fear the daylight? If it's the unknown that we fear, then the night is just as terrifying as the day, isn't it? The day couldn't uncover secrets, it couldn't make the unknown suddenly clear, it just reveals what's really there in the first place.
And just as the night is able to shroud everything in darkness, so can the light. Without light, there's no shadow and the shadows are just as capable of hiding the truth from us as the night. I think, to a certain extent, it's even worse. At least with the night, there are no pretenses. But light and shadow? They deceive, they make you see what you want to see but what we fail to realize is that hiding behind that light is the thing that we fear.
I've spent oh-so-many nights toiling on my school work while everybody else slept in Morpheus' embrace. The night kept me company. The peaceful calm of the city, shrouded in Nyx's dark mantle, is a balm to my frazzled nerves, to my exhausted spirit. The night provides a welcome relief to the utter chaos that the day brings with it. I find solace in the embrace of the deep night, in the slow creeping moments of the in-between.
There is power in the night. In the night, anything is possible. I find a sense of infinite possibilities. The day has never had so much potential as it does during the time in between the sunrise and the sunset. There's a power in not knowing what lies ahead, in knowing and believing that there are endless hopes, endless risks ahead. There's a hum in your veins as you anticipate, as you fear, as you dare the sun to rise and usher in the new day.
I can now see why it's called The Witching Hour. There IS power in the night... so much more than I could ever imagine.