The beauty of the night is that it knows no time. It comes and goes as it pleases. It levels the playing field masking the imperfections brought forth in the light. When we walk in the darkness we can easily lose sense of when and where we are. Freely existing, adventuring, wandering. This freedom leads us back to the beauty in the darkness. That beauty is timeless, faceless, spaceless. It closes in around us and yet it is open for us to explore. And that is the beauty of darkness, it doesn’t keep track of time.