The Meaning of Night

I'm sitting here in my apartment with the setting sun shining in on me after a storm. And it makes me happy.
Sometimes at night if the moon is ever shining in through my window I sleep backwards in bed just so I could fall asleep with the moonlight on my face.
There is something incredibly compelling about light. It is bright and obvious and beautiful. Is it any wonder that it has been used in comparison with darkness since the beginning of time as a visualization of un-articulateable ideas, especially involving good and evil?
Of course not. But as my dad says I'm a rebel and I have to root for the other side.... and darkness does get a bad rap.
As a senior in high school I wrote a poem entitled Night is a Blanket* for an assignment. I tried to emphasize the healing, peaceful powers of night and darkness.
Then I wrote a novel about a people who are nocturnal** and are thought to be evil because of it... but really they are just people.
I think the main reason why dark is seen so negatively is because humans are bad at seeing in the dark so the dark often means the unknown and unexpected.
But the thing is complete light with no darkness (shadow/contrast) is just as blinding (more so really because it can last longer) than complete darkness. (Remember don't look straight into the sun).
Just like winter--the time of dormant plants--is necessary for the health of some plants, night is our daily time of physical and often emotional rejuvenation.... So if I take the next step it begs another question. Are times of confusion and uncertainty in our lives, often compared to times of darkness,  really times of unnoticed growth. A type of staging ground for the next step?


*Night is a Blanket

Night is a blanket,
Covering the world,
Thick and dark.

Night is a blanket,
Underneath to hide
Secret longings, hidden from the day.

Night is a blanket,
Comfortable and warm,
To rest in.

Night is a blanket,
Children lie under,
Scaring each other with phantoms.

Night is a blanket,
To snuggle within
And listen to sounds all around.

Night is a blanket,
To look through,
Trying to see the world anew.

**If you ever wanted to know how much being diurnal has affected our language try writing a book about nocturnal people. Today, Morning. Three days ago. Seeing color. How do you tell what time it is when the sun isn't up?