Stroll at Night

Yesterday went for a stroll at 12.30 in the morning. It was an experience worth experiencing.
The atmosphere highly freezing, but at the same time it was a heavenly bliss.
How sometimes we like to embrace the dark night despite of its chillness. It vaporizes the fog in our mind. It gives us ample time to think, this is the time when we are eye on eye with ourselves. Though the body is cold we find a soothing warmth inside, and unknowingly our lips expand to make a very familiar shape, they smile and for no reason our eyes become numb as we feel the power of nature around us. The moving breeze slowly makes us forget our worries. We walk long and long and nothing makes us retire. Some form of energy continuously revives us. And its needless to say whom we think of, suddenly that person seems to be our only world, its more of sacred then special. And we know that somehow something have changed in us and we love that change. Even the cold numbness gives us unnatural sensations. And we are no longer the same. That very feeling lingers with us until the sleep welcomes us under its shelter, and makes us ready to start a new voyage of our dreams.