>When I am up at night the world takes on a different hue. It is quieter and closer and there are textures of the dark I have begun paying attention to. I regis

>When I am up at night the world takes on a different hue. It is quieter and closer and there are textures of the dark I have begun paying attention to. I register the thickening, sense-dulling darkness that hangs velvety as a pall over deep night, and the green-black tincture you get when moisture charges the atmosphere with static. It’s all too rare that I get to read text that activates the same neurotransmitters as does listening to a piece of music.