Above, sleeping down the ages, a knight's tomb, Tewksbury abbey
I don't remember when I became nocturnal, but I am. It doesn't matter which country I'm living in, and I have lived in a handful, I become nocturnal almost immediately.
The question I ask myself is, are all writers nocturnal?
I receive a few writers' newsletters and reading between the lines I think a number of them are nocturnes.
Is it the calmness that comes with the night when everyone is asleep that's so addictive, or am I simply one of those people who function better at night?
Whatever the reason I'm around half the night when maybe I shouldn't be. I'm lucky that my work hours are flexible and in shifts otherwise I might be in trouble.
There's a blackbird sings in the dead of night where I live. There are rustles in the vegetation and creatures wander out. My favorite is deer. They appear mostly at dawn, or close to it, but they're gone when light floods the sky.
Last night I saw a sparkling light on the patio, tiny and new. It was some kind of glow worm. There's always something special going on in the night, but you have to be there to see it.
More knights. Tewksbury abbey chancel windows. W. de la Zouche and De Clare earls