She has a beauty of her own. The long prevailing eerie silence triggers thousands of voices in the head. The senses fall into ecstasy and everything around seems still and unmoving just like she’s listening to your whole story with eager ears. She’s like an escape, a break to stop and think about where you are heading. She’s like a hope about the new upcoming tomorrow, like the chapter of a book which ends slowly and leaves the reader in awe and anticipation of the next one. She’s like a great companion whom you can wait upon when everyone else is drowned in the depths of slumber.
She’s like an oasis where one can relax after a long and weary journey through the desert. She’s a queen and creates a great enchanted atmosphere like a storehouse of dreams which wait for the morning to be turned into realities.
The night really has a beauty of her own.