I come alive. I come alive as night falls. My creativity surges with the rise of the tides. I am more awake than I was all day long. In that silence, I am in my element. Nights were meant for living. The human biological clocks and I are opposites. I’d love to stay awake all night, with a novel sitting in my spot by the window or writing my heart out, enjoying the breeze, the moonlight, the stillness and going to bed when the first bird coos. But I am a bird too, in a way: ‘a night owl’.
cloudless winter night
a divine solace.
For today’s Haibun, Victoria asked us to write a short paragraph or two of non-fiction, considering the Fukuroo/owl. And also to follow that by a traditional haiku that includes a seasonal reference. Here is my take on it.
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