Sleep is primal. Neither the body nor the mind can live without it.
Every single day, all of us are drawn to the comfort, safety and
warmth it offers. But there are times when avoiding sleep can be
equally magical, equally memorable. Think of a night spent in
the company of close friends. Ten o’clock turns to
midnight. Conversation flows with easy intimacy. The
smells of companionship: tobacco; tea; sweet fruit,
blood. The air is filled with languor. Two o’clock in the
morning. Laughter. Memories of childhood, of a
time when time was meaningless. Five o’clock.
Someone suggests a walk to a nearby stream. “It’ll
soon be morning. Shall we watch the sunrise
together?” A few minutes later, they see
gently flowing water, drifting over pebbles,
forming tiny ripples. Dew starts to appear
on blades of grass. The soil around them
is beginning to stir. And then it comes.
The unforgettable moment. The split
second when the sun is first
detected. All is quiet. All is perfect
stillness. Senses are heightened.
Everything is perceived with
crystalline clarity. The friends realise
they are truly sharing this moment
with each other. From a distance, a
scent is being carried on the air,
perhaps from someone’s garden. Is it
lavender? Or jasmine? A touch of mint?
They breathe in the dawn, allowing it to fill their
thoughts. They smile, turn around and head back
home. But they don’t utter a single word, wanting to preserve,
for as long as they possibly can, the enchantment of this night.
Submitted by dareka