Burning after midnight

Why is it that the time late at night feels so inviting, so productive…to sit and think and write and program? For all my computing years, that has always been where the zone hangs out fat and beckoning, with the promise of unlimited potential slowly giving way to the reality of fatigue and its diminishing returns.

I think it’s really about the quiet, the absence of interruption. When my family is asleep around me, time seems to progress at a different speed. The city’s noises drop back down, I am free to pursue my own thoughts.