Night falls over the sky like a blanket. A thin dark sheet with distant shimmers, draped over our atmosphere, tucking us in and telling us to rest.
Night comes like the fog on glass clears, a window peaking open to a glimpse of the world off our own. A scrying mirror into space.
Night arrives like colour changing object that's activated by cool temperatures, because once night arrives, the world seems a bit colder and has a very different look to it.
Nights visits are welcomed by many, dreaded by the young, and feared by some. Nights visits are hardly controversial, but a decent debate topic.
Night. It's here.
