Some people rise with the sun.
But my soul wakes with the stars.
There’s a stillness that settles after dark,
a hush that feels like an invitation.
No one is calling, nothing is buzzing.
The world softens—and so do I.
And in that velvet quiet, inspiration lands gently on my shoulder, like it’s been waiting all day for me to notice.
This is when my hands come alive.
Sketches unfold.
Ideas flicker like candlelight.
The weight of silver feels different at night—more personal, more powerful.
I’m not rushing to be seen.
I’m creating to feel.
To connect.
To remember that beauty doesn’t beg for attention. It glows from within.
In the dark, I’m not alone.
I’m aligned.
This is where the work becomes sacred.
Where art and soul meet without expectation.
This is where I begin again.
—S.C.
GRATITUDE:
I am grateful for the stillness of night—when the world quiets, and inspiration comes home to me. For the gentle glow of candlelight, the hum of imagination, and the freedom to create without rush or reason.