My Favorite Time Of The Day

The day what belongs to the say--At night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly, clean-blooded, singing with melodious voices, melodious thoughts.

He glanced out of the window, watching the sky turning from a deep blue shade to a clear, blue, breezy morning. ‘A good day.’ He made a mental note to himself. The sun baked through the curtains, sharpening his enormous shadow. He thought of that fussy factory owner and sighed.

Months ago when he first stepped outside, the bright rays of light almost blinded him. He raised a pale hand to his face in a petty attempt to shield himself. Now under the dying sun, he could see the city in its entirety. When the surrounding area grew darker, red and orange lights that brushed over the streets began to grow in intensity. Walkers on the sidewalk began to flourish in their own happiness as they hurried from their jobs and into the weekend.

“Early evening light slants over the mountains..The crows have disappeared...I am no longer cold...In the distance, I hear the sound of

If you are traveling during the day, who do you see on the street (e.g., an occasional 
passerby, a father with a baby)?

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Today has been a long day, but I felt the need to come back and write something down in this journal before retiring for the night. I thought this place was creepy during the daytime, but that is worth little when compared to how eerie the nights are. Everything outside is pitch black, with no moon to break through the dark void.

Darkness surrounds the evening sky. The stars were peeking out from their dark home. It looked as if God took a straight pin, poked a sheet of paper with tiny holes. Crickets softly played their symphony as the world slept. James laid in his bunk, staring off into the darkness. He wondered what the day had in store for him. The night watchman quietly walked his route, like a thief in the night.

The sun paints the sky with its warm colours as it dips below the horizon. The scent of pumpkins and apples caress my nose as their lulling scent complements the scenery; surrounding me in total bliss.

A single beam of light shone thru the curtain. The specs of dust in the room danced between the rays, whisked into the air by the pleasant breeze tip toeing thru the screen door. I could feel the warmth on my cheek as I rose from the sheets, thoroughly rested. I briskly got ready, slipping on my tennis shoes, old and worn. Stepping outside, I was greeted by the painfully sweet aroma of sweet pea flowers, entranced by the blissful gleams of sunlight, and spellbound by the familiar screeching of parrots, flocking in clouds of bright vermilion.

The wind howls through the trees along with distant sound of children laughing and dogs barking. There isn’t anything like the peace and tranquility of watching the sunset and listening to the birds sing and dance with one another. This is small town life.

Did you know that some people’s favorite time is night? Most people who favorite time is night, they can get a lot done. My name is Catalina, I love the night. I can get a lot done at night. Also, I love looking at the sky, I have a hefty telescope that lets me look deep into the sky. When I look into the sky, I see a lot of elegant

As the passage of time burdens me with ever-mounting responsibilities, viewing the sunset will now be an occasional

It’s 7:30am, I step outside onto my apartment balcony. Cars are zooming down the over crowded streets, staunch buildings towering over me blocking the greeny lush hills far away. People rapidly walking down the sidewalk. In front of my eyes are shimmery silver and navy colours reflecting from the sky high buildings, they stand out more than the joyous light blue sky itself. Sounding in my ears are cars angrily roaring every 5 seconds, people barking at taxis to stop, an earth shaking sound that’s mixed with sound of a hurricane that’s just the aeroplane taking off from the city airport. The mouth watering smell of the local bakery down the road lingers through my nose, I can taste those freshly baked scones in my mouth from here.

Fortunately, I wake every morning to the most beautiful sun lit house. I sit on my porch sipping coffee, while I drink in an atmosphere that steals my breath away. Rolling hills lay before me that undulate until they crash into golden purple mountains. Oh how they are covered in spectacular fauna, ever blooming foliage, and trees that are heavy with pungent fruit.