Silent Night...

Hullo! Everyone hold onto your reindeer, here I come with the Christmassy titles. No but really, this is is a byproduct of too much coffee and algebra at 4 am (not even kidding). It came out of me not wanting to open my mouth to practice my speech for the annual day and then somehow manifested into this little transcription.
I hope you enjoy it.

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Silent Night

Some nights call for silence. These are the nights when a hush is cast over the cosmos and the cacophony of human nature is stifled by the velvet of black sky. The times when the stars ask, nay, demand your calm. It’s like an invisible force compels you, with just a slight brush, to quieten and enjoy the peace. The stillness is so absolute that the slightest whisper, the slightest stir, is enough to send ripples through it. Times like these are hard to come by and even harder to spot. The only indication of a silent night is a willingness, stemming from deep in your soul, to have peace.

A night that calls for silence is a night that calls for thought. Freed from the barriers of external intrusions, thoughts are free to wander this way and that, buffeted by the winds of an insouciant subconscious. The deepest, darkest, and prettiest thoughts arise just about now; thoughts of dark and light, good and evil, angels and demons, and science and god.

The unusual tranquillity gives these nights a surreal feeling, as if something fundamental to the city has managed to transform itself; as every living being resigns them self to a tiny piece of peace. Reality is slightly altered, like one disparate note in an orchestral symphony.

These moments are little pockets of quietude in an otherwise brash and harsh existence. It creates a bubble around you, the kind that isn’t easy to burst. It sticks around long after you’ve drifted off, thriving in the empty space left behind by idol musings. The exuberance of it is astounding, like a layer of protection against all other forces.

You don’t realise it’s there until it’s gone, and when it’s gone is when you feel the loss. The rest of the world comes crashing back and invades once more; and you’re left lying on the shore, being battered by the waves of activity and movement. When it returns (and it will), you breathe a sigh of relief.

One thing is certain, no matter what else lurks in the shadows where you are, the silence is a force to be reckoned with.

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