You can’t take a photograph of a city at night. The eyes see things the lens never dreams about.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.
—-Edgar Allan Poe, Eleonora
“I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight what may not bless my waking eyes.”
― Anne Brontë, Best Poems of the Brontë Sisters
I woke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Ain’t it funny how the night moves
When you just don’t seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in
—-Bob Seger, Night Moves