I think I've always loved the night, the feeling of invisibility in the darkness, the special intimacy of conversation with a trusted friend whose voice seems to come from everywhere and nowhere, the sound of my footfalls hiking on a highway I can barely see by starlight . . .

There is, as you say, something primal in our surrender to the darkness that swallows up the visual world, as there also is when silence overtakes the noisy day.

Wishing you a gracious solstice, Witchy Woman.