I don't really know why, genetics I'm guessing, as my Father is a renowned Night Owl, but I love to create at night and I know I'm not alone.
I wonder if it's the fact that past midnight there's no compulsion to fold laundry, load the dishwasher or run the vacuum? No fear of being interrupted by the phone or the the FedEx dude? No appointments to keep and the deadlines will wait until tomorrow...even if that occurs a scant 4hrs after I've gone to bed?
As I get older I'm getting better about keeping "saner" hours - but not always! I think I'm with Henry Longfellow on this one!
Sweep through her marble halls!
I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light
From the celestial walls!
I felt her presence, by its spell of might,
Stoop o'er me from above;
The calm, majestic presence of the Night,
As of the one I love.
I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight,
The manifold, soft chimes,
That fill the haunted chambers of the Night
Like some old poet's rhymes.
From the cool cisterns of the midnight air
My spirit drank repose;
The fountain of perpetual peace flows there,--
From those deep cisterns flows.
O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear
What man has borne before!
Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care,
And they complain no more.
Peace! Peace! Orestes-like I breathe this prayer!
Descend with broad-winged flight,
The welcome, the thrice-prayed for, the most fair,
The best-beloved Night!
Henry Longfellow