Night owls have their own special world quite different from early birds. Their circadian rhythm is marked by a completely different drum. The moon and stars are the light that marks their days and suns warmth is the blanket that covers them while they sleep.
I dangle precipitously somewhere in between. Existing mainly in the quiet stillness of predawn with all it’s energies bundled and waiting to burst forth at the first sign of light. Only venturing into the romantic shadow land of deep night on occasion to languish in the tranquility.
The country offers it’s own version of nightlife, quite different from what you find in a city. To hear one must use more than just ears, lest somethings be missed. Release your senses and let your surroundings wash over you. The energies you find will be more soothing than ever imagined.