…is where I am most at home.
The Daily Prompt.
Missive : Early bird, or night owl?
Me? I’m an utter night owl.
None of that early bird stuff for me!! Actually, when I hear birds start twittering in the morning when I’m struggling to clean the goop off my eyes long enough to see my glasses, the main thought I have is for a gun. A double barreled shotgun – for maximum destruction 😉
But the night. The night with all it’s mysteries. The night when you can light a candle and sit in the yellow glow. The night when you can listen to slow jazz tunes and think of times gone by.
The night where you can hide your tears from the world. The night where nobody notices you reminisce.
The night where only the moon lights your way, where a road looks like a road to a different destination.
The night that hides humanity’s worst.
Alas. The night also is when bad things happen. When people die after a long life. Or suddenly in violence. The night when people’s self hatred culminates in self-violence.
The night hides you.
It still is the time when I’m most alive.
I heard this version of this song tonight – thought it was quite powerful.
And the original french by the original writer, Jacques Brel.
And Edith Piaf’s version.
And yet another version from SA’s very own Clair Johnston. And for me quite a sexy tune. Gorgeous mambo 😉
Yes, many versions of the same tune, and quite the kind of song that is perfect for some late night listening…