Good night

"...morning is the soul's night." 
—  David Foster Wallace,  Infinite Jest

Twilight rouses the soul from its slumber, and the soul stays awake all night. The mind accedes precedence, the heart submits. Thoughts, so carefully kept in check, and emotions, fenced in with circumspect, get free reign, run amuck in the darkness, find solace in the promise of moonlight, mill about with the stars...

The senses keen up, taking toll on the body. The body is helpless, eclipsed by shadows.

The soul dominates. And the soul is a difficult master.