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  • Alright, time for another random question: what is the most calming time of day for you?



    Liminality Mine is before the sun rises. I like the feeling of everything being quiet and the whole day being ahead of me.
    Jun 2, 2022


    NewHope Mine is like a “fake dawn”. The pitch black darkness slowly becomes a dark blue. For me that is such a beautiful feeling. I love sitting on the porch in a nature, especially in a national park, listening to birds starting to rustle the leaves and so close to full song - just those first whistles. I remember in the Kruger National Park I was sitting on the porch, my backpack was next to me. Everything was packed for our 12 hour game drive. And just as the “fake dawn” had begun I heard a shrill shriek. I looked up at the sky and circling almost impossibly was a bird. I quickly pulled out my binoculars and as I stared in wonder at the lightening sky I saw a bat hawk circling slowly.
    Jun 2, 2022


    MailicedeNamedy The time when it comes around midnight and the last people turn out the lights before they go to bed. I always feel there as if I am waking up as if the darkness gives me the strength to recover from everything and to accomplish everything because there is no one there to disturb me.
    Jun 2, 2022


    Liminality Thanks both of you for sharing your thoughts! It looks like the dark or times of day near the dark is pretty calming for most of us :D
    Jun 2, 2022


    NewHope That’s so true Namedy! I love that feeling. Sometimes I’ll stay up with a friend and then the night is over. I love walks (If you’re at like a college dorm… or somewhere safe like that - your house/your friend’s house.) after midnight, especially when it’s drizzling. It’s a very calming but thrilling experience to walk through the quiet… I like listening for birds and to the sound of rain.
    Jun 2, 2022



"For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion."
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein