‎I am one with the nights. ‎So quiet and peaceful—so dark—your own safe space. ‎The air may be cool, cold, windy, it may even rain—it may be anything but hot. I feel the air speak to me, and the trees dancing—I can hear the sounds of insects and nocturnal animals—I hear the sounds and call of nature. It feels as though they speak to me—they understand me—they relate with me. ‎When I want space, it gives it to me, when I need comfort, it comforts me and when I crave to be understood, it becomes understanding. ‎I think the night is a part of me, I think it is me, I think we're one.