N is for Nighthawks.
|Nighthawks, 1942. Edward Hopper.|
Later on as an adult, I would take on a job that saw many midnights and those nights I had off, was spent on the town with my friends at various establishments. As an adult, I truly understood Nighthawks. The intimacy of a dark, near empty bar at closing time with a few select friends, talking of things you would tell no other at any other time of day. Or the alien like serenity of florescent lights in a late-night restaurant, alone with your thoughts just before heading into a late shift.
Although my husband and I bar hopping days are at a close and my midnight job is now tending to a fussy toddler, my preference of night lingers to this day. Its when I am me. Its when I like to create or at least when I like to end a work for the day--when that day has already crept into the next. The nighthawk hours.
Later A to Zers.