After agreeing to work after closing, in order to unpack books and put them on shelves without the interference of customers asking for Animal Farm or The Awakening, I nearly regretted my decision when the clock rolled around to 1:00 am and for once I made it past the midnight mark. However, driving home on an empty highway with the windows open, music blasting, and cruise control set at 65, I believe I tasted what some people love about the night.
Here is a snippet from Kate Rugby’s song “Planets,” which I listened to four times in a row between 1:08 and 1:24.
On nights like these,
I could fly up to the sky above me,
Like Superman,
I would change the course
Of earth below me.
The moment of tranquility was not quite enough to win me over to the dark side (I will ever be a morning person), but the silence and solitude sounded a chord within me.
Would I volunteer to work late again? Probably…but only because I’m getting paid.
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