I love the nighttime. I want to be awake for more of it. Or at least aware of the best parts of it.
Things get quieter. The dark feels cozy. I’m more attentive. At least more attentive to you, the listener.
But things don’t always let me have the nighttimes I want. That doesn’t mean I want those best parts of the nightime less. Or that I would find those parts any less wonderful if I suddenly could be there with them. All the time.
At least with the archives, I can imagine having all the times of the night that I want. Maybe someday I will.