Midnight

Midnight. The witching hour. That moment when the clocks hands come together at 12. The change of days. One day ends - click- the next day begins. One moment that signifies beginning, middle and end. Perhaps that is why we are fascinated by it, enthralled by it's power. It is the halfway point between dusk and dawn - darkness half over. Darkness most full, most complete. The sun is furthest away, it's light and warmth fully retreated from us.

Midnight is when the other world opens up. When most are snuggly in bed sleeping soundly, the secrets creep forth, the others walk among us. Death comes calling, pestilence spreads it's wings, fear sets boldly forth. Monsters stalk the shadows, waiting for unweary passers by. Midnight is a time of shadows, of hauntings, of the unknown.

Midnight is a time of loneliness. Lonely people walk or sit or lie alone, watching the seconds pass. Waiting for the lonely hours to while away. Hoping that the coming day, the coming light and dawn will bring with it company. Companionship. An end to lonely midnights.