24.01.2026
In response to: https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1
How about you? Do you love the late nights or the early mornings, or perhaps the afternoons? And why do you?
Night, always night.
I’m definitely a night owl 🦉.
Night is when the world exhales—and so do I.
It began when my children were small.
After long, hectic days filled with noise, needs, and never-ending motion, night became my quiet reward.
The dishes were done.
The house finally still.
And for the first time all day, I could breathe.
Now my children are grown, but the love for night has never left me.
Evenings still feel like sacred space.
Time slows.
Thoughts soften.
I can sit outside for hours, wrapped in silence, watching the moon climb and the stars blink awake one by one.
Night asks nothing of me.
It doesn’t rush or demand explanations.
It simply lets me be.
Day belongs to the world.
Night belongs to my soul.
🦉🌙✨
💫Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫
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