I love the middle of the night when I'm wide awake and the rest of the world is sleeping. It feels so quiet, peaceful, and the lack of activity envelopes you like a blanket.
This isn't something I experience too often anymore; I work a morning job so I go to bed early.
But those papers I have to write sometimes give me the opportunity. There's so much promise in the quiescence and the words flow to paper. I work on as the rest of the world is at rest and it feels like those stolen moments were there just for me to use.