There is this thing in photography they call "The Magic Hour" wherein according to wikipedia, the golden hour (also known as magic hour) is the first and last hour of sunlight during the day when a specific photographic effect is achieved with the quality of the light. In essence, the magic hour is the time of the day when no artificial lighting is needed to attain your most beautiful shot and that the sun and your lens is in harmony to conceive a masterpiece. 2:44 am is definitely not the magic hour defined on the aforementioned statements. But throughout the years, since college, 2 am has been my personal magic hour.
2 am, when everyone is fast asleep and only few teen drunkards are alive and are soon bound to go home, when everything even the entropy of the cosmos, is like a magical mix of your favorite coffee ready to be served for another planet, when the stillness and serenity are in harmony to achieve your own masterpiece, your own inner peace, that is my magic hour.
It is magic to me to hear the ticking of my wall clock one by one as its second arm revolves tirelessly throughout the night. The silence of the whole neighborhood brings forth calm and the occasional barking of the dogs reminds me that in the stillness of the night there is still life. The quiet dry air of the incoming summer during the night wraps me in an embrace of yet another nostalgia of the summer of the 90's.And I feel more alive during this time of the night since I can grasp the whole moment as my own and that no TV show, or phone call, or unexpected visits can take away my 2 am.
Yes, nothing can take away my 2 am but time itself. For just a fleeting 60 minutes of the night, the 3600th second of the clock hits 12 and announces its time for 3:00 to do its magic. And as the magic of 2 am gradually fades along the remaining hours of the night, I retire to my bed with my own masterpiece, my inner peace.
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