It is a uniquely pleasurable sensation to observe “daytime” things under the darkness and quiet of night. There is something deeply peaceful and reassuring about seeing a place that is usually filled with noise, activity, people, and words, and rather seeing it in a state of silence and calm, lacking nothing, existing complete and beautiful in the perfection of its stillness.
“Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When.. all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.”
— Antoine de Saint-Exupery