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Empty and full of memories, this home beconed me with it's promise of shelter from the storm.

Sent reeling by my misfortunes, I was as happy for a place to stay as it was for someone to walk along it's recently vacated halls.

Each room bears my touch, providing a comfortable environ to explore myself and grow.

Now the Tempest has lifted its buffeting, miserable influence, I yearn to take my new found knowledge and continue upon my journey.

I have stayed on, reluctant to leave this place that has served me so well. Unfortunately, it is so removed from the world I have little company and am too far from sources of inspiration and opportunity.

I feel if I stay, I feel I will become embittered by my solitude and lost opportunities. Or I will simply become too comfortable and will be unable to move forward.

I have fond memories of the times I have shared under this roof. I would like to one day return, if not to live, at least to visit.

For the time being, however, it is time for me to move on, to live, to thrive, and to continue to grow.

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This isn't really a poem, or a story, so I'll put it in this section.

I am a creature of the night, living my life while the rest of the world is dreaming. Being a creature of the night is quite a unique way of existing in the world. It presents it's own sets of barriers and pleasures.

As far as the barriers go, the community of night-dwellers is sparse, the isolation restricting positive interactions and reducing possible sources of inspiration for like-minded persons. Like our daytime counterparts, the community is quite diverse (which is a good think), further diminishing the chances of encountering suitable companions. When we do form these relationships however, they tend to be treasured and last into the ages. That is one of the things I enjoy about the night. On the upside, the smaller size of our population allows for minimal outside interference and influence. This liberates one from the molds of the masses and gives one space to explore oneself and topics of interest.

The night also holds such beautiful things as: the Moon and stars, sunsets and sunrises, lightening, summer nights, refuge from prying and judgemental eyes, quiet and darkness. The list goes on, and I will explore it further in the future.

The night is a sanctuary from the day. The day is full of hustle and bustle, everybody hurrying to their next destination, scrambling to get the first place in line. Once the masses have finished their business I have my leisure to do mine. I don't have to make my way around people who are in my way, and I don'[t have to wait for idiots and derelicts. My mental energies are not devoted to minding other people. so I have more time to think.

The night gives me relief from the heat and brightness of the sun. It keeps my body fresh and my senses less taxed. At night there are no crying babies, ill-behaved children and fewer prostitots. There are more prostitures mind you, but I don't live in that area of town, so I am not affronted by that issue often. Anyway, I will wrap this up for the night. I'll have another graveyard shift ramble soon...