Midnight

My favourite time of day has always been midnight.

I think it's something about the beauty of it. The clock has been counting up all day, the minutes adding up and adding up until in an instant, they reset. 00:00. 

And then that day that you were just in is over just like that, and there will never be another one of those days in the whole of space and time, there will never be another Sunday the 15th of March 2015 that is the same as the day you have just had, and you just witnessed it's end. Or, if you want to look at it another way, you just witnessed the birth of the 16th of March 2015. There has never been one of those yet, and no one knows what that day will bring, and you just witnessed that tiny fraction of time when the clock reset itself and the day was born.

Midnight is a time that doesn't really seem to exist. It's neither today nor tomorrow, neither here nor there, the clock reads nothing - time just seems to stop dead. Everything else seems to fall away.

It's rather magical, doesn't it?

But it only lasts a minute. And then the clock turns to 00:01 and the count begins again, time restarts and everything keeps moving and that fraction of time is forgotten, and the magic vanishes. The day continues as normal and we keep living.

Until the next night, when the clock will reset itself again and the magic only the tiny fraction of time that is midnight can bring returns once more.