My favourite time of day isn’t day at all, it’s nighttime. Some are early birds, up at dawn, meditating, listening to the dawn chorus, or partaking in their ritual first coffee. That’s not me. I’m a night owl. I enjoy the stillness of the night, the calmness in the air and the inky blackness surrounding me. I love to sit in the near darkness, with no TV, no music, or external sounds, just my thoughts. Only my mind for company. I replay the day’s events, so as to fully savour the things I’ve experienced. I might meditate or simply do nothing, allowing the space of the night to rush in and envelop my thoughts. The night focusses me. The night calms me. The night reassures me. The night isn’t clamouring for my attention or demanding I come and play. The night is soothing, soporific and sedative. My special time. My me time. My night time.