Every month they come along, 3 nights. 8 long silent hours I only hear an occasional alarmbell from one who is awake and needs me. Silent hours with only my thoughts to accompany me. And when I feel good one of those nights will be a writing night. Word after word, sentence after sentence roll out of my pen. I love writing in the silence of the night, it puts everything into perspective, no influence from anyone. The darkness of the night lightens up my mind.