“Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.

-Mahatma Gandhi

November 4, 2019

11:05PM- 11:55PM

*Night*

I arrived at my sit- spot around 11PM and began my journal approximately five minutes after. I chose to do a night session mainly because I knew I was going to have a better chance at seeing new animals or different weather patterns than my usual afternoon sessions. Choosing a night session was also a no- brainer for me because I have always been fascinated with the night sky.

Sitting alone outside in forty-degree weather was bittersweet. Firstly, it was cold and eventually my hand felt like an iceberg. However, I got to sit and watch as the world slept around me. Getting the chance to be active during a time of day that is not normal for me really showed me another perspective on what life can be like at different times of the day. My sit-spot hadn’t changed much at all since my last session beside the increase of auburn, gold, and chestnut colored leaves littering the grassy floor below as well as the embankments of the stream.

Cold, no wind, and clear skies pretty much summed up the weather of the night. I could feel the coldness around me, but thankfully my jacket was warm enough to make it comfortable enough to sit outside. No clouds shrouded my view of the stars but they didn’t seem to exactly shine. It looked like the stars had a mist about them and lacked-luster.

One animal that I saw when I was walking up to my sit-spot was a white tailed deer. As a result of me walking on some particularly crunchy leaves, it ran away while I was still about 20ft away. I did not get the chance to see any other animals but I did hear them. I heard a single bird that made a tweeting sound and some kind of rodent scream. The rodent sounded like a deep bark and I initially assumed that it was some kind of badger or ground hog, but now I really have no idea what it could have been.

The leaves still on the Sycamore now look a bit more dry and a pale green color. The Willow actually seemed to look the same or look even better than all the trees for some reason. Perhaps, because all the other trees are losing their leaves the Willow looks her absolute best in the midst of her peers’ demise. Anyway, the levels of the steam have significantly decreased. The stream still moved along and babbled about just at a lower rate than before.

Sincerely,

Tia