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Howling midnight madness! The hours after midnight the most mysterious and reflective, contemplating until dawn the state of the universe and all that reside within. Best ideas at 3am, nutty dance party crazy girl whirling in a haze of booze and pills, wandering down streets with shadows leaning down from walls hit by yellow street light glow, breathing the cool and unfettered air, the industry of humans quietened so that Gaia may drink her fill of the dew that falls.

Not a good one for going to bed before midnight, unless I have a major day ahead, even then sometimes impossible to sleep before 1am. Love to see the digital clock click to 0:00, knowing that a fresh start has just been granted. Bad infomercial TV starts then, I can buy things to make me a different person for four easy payments of $59.99, and it folds away and stores neatly under the bed that I am not sleeping in. Old movie on ABC, London girls at Pinewood studios imitating the American musical in an ultimately English translation, dancing on set in too-tight shoes.

The best part of the midnight hour � enfolding yourself with a fellow human for some horizontal folk dancing. The way that skin feels so different in the middle of the night, touching and caressing in the dark, mouths and eyelashes and hands everywhere. Giggling as you trip over the pile of clothes in the middle of the floor, in search of the bathroom, a drink of water, running naked through the hallways. Lying on moonlit sheets, curling a lock of hair around a forefinger, gazing upon your lover with a mystic eye and holding a sense of never-ending.

Witches, Warlocks, black cats congregating� hemlock drunk deep and a mandrake shriek. Werewolf howls and we create a myth: dark cloak wrapped tight against the evil that lurks in the stories of the witching hour. Goblins, elves and fairies tripping over each other to make mischief so that when we wake our car keys will be missing, or the tap will be dripping, or we slip on the cool tiles of the strangely wet bathroom. Covert actions designed to make us retreat into superstition, disabling the ordinary human, making us want the power of supernaturality.

Like Otis says, I�m gonna wait till the midnight hour, that�s when my love comes tumbling��