I love the quietness and relative stillness of the night. It allows one to daydream, to reflect, to be creative, to feel. I also feel the heart of God, almost like a heartbeat. I find myself talking, communing with my Creator. I wonder if God likes the night season? (For those who are theologians, I realise God is not bound by time or space!). In every movement there is a sound and every sound reminds me of my humanness and my fallibility. I begin to think poetically and musically. I let the world melt away, with all its catastrophes and trouble and I am left with a gentle urging to reach toward something and Someone beyond myself and my capability and I begin to dream of another dimension…and on the cusp of greatness, I fall asleep.