Creature of the Night

I've been awake through the nights, studying or mucking about for so long, and finally I'm bored of math. So today I went outside.

What kind of world do we live in? This is supposed to be the darkest hour of night, but the sky is painted with a sombre red. I can forget that the colour comes from the burning lights of the city because there are trees clad in darkness as far as the eye can see. The eye can see so much, as if it were merely early evening.

There is a poignant moment here, as I imagine a world that lives under the red sky. It would be a darker place. Imagine a world in which the sky is a limit, and not infinity, embodiment of a dull hatred instead of lazy independence.

There are many who would choose that sky over our own, because infinity and freedom can be terrifying things.
Have I already taken my first steps into it?

Wild dogs howl close by- are they really strays? They sound like wolves- and the screech of a drunken driver floats from far away.

But right now, this malicious sky sits framed between trees, the cold black wind blows through me, incredible, the wind of night is different from the wind of the morning, and the scene is... beautiful. I would capture the sight but only my eyes see in the night, cameras are built for the day, useless.

But still, this red sky, a bland curtain, is nothing compared to what lies beyond it, a jewel of endless blue that continues to elude me here.