These Are The Nights

Another sleepless night. Another night of tossing and turning. I sigh restlessly as I kick the covers off and roll over to check the time. With a groan the phone is set back down and the ceiling suddenly becomes immensely interesting. Funny how that works. It seems as though everything has been thought about, wondered about, and decided about. Yet still sleep won't come. It's not insomnia or anything, its just restlessness. The blinds are yanked open and a breathtaking scene of a wondrous wintry night comes into view. Pushing open the window a sharp, cold breeze hits my face and washes over my skin. I breath the night air in deeply as the cold seems to seep to my very core. Why is cold air so refreshing?? I'm not really sure why but it leaves me feeling suddenly revived and peaceful. I stick my head out the window as far as it will go and gaze up at the shimmering stars that grace the velvety, dark-blue sky. The bare, black tree branches sway slightly in the gentle wind that whooshes through the empty spaces. It's all so breathtakingly beautiful. And its something that I wish I could just stare at forever. The ever white snow glistens as the pale moonlight scatters shadows among gently creaking trees. There's nothing like a winter night to make the world seem magical. Grabbing my jacket from the end of my bed I push the window open further and sit down on the sill. I breathe in deeply, wishing I could just drink the air. I love these nights. The nights where you can take in a winter's night and feel as if you've suddenly entered another world. The nights where the beauty of creation takes your breath away. The nights where the stars suddenly remind you just how small we really are. The nights where the silence seems to fill you with pure joy. These are the nights I love best.