City.

When one thinks of the word, I'm sure bustle and noise and innumerable neon signs are pictured.  Have you ever watched the night pass by, though?  Traffic picks up just after dark. Then it ebbs down. Sirens can be heard on the average of once per hour. Walking, one comes across tons of dark niches that loose all their mystery and shadow with the onset of day. By 3 a.m., the streets are the quietest. You can pick a spot ANYWHERE and meditate, it's that quiet.  It's quite a transformation, and to think, in twelve hours, that same spot will be subject to a deafening cacophany of sound and activity. Then, at 6 a.m., the rosy tendrils of dawn begin to paint the world with color. Slowly, the shadows loose all their menace. The town looks sleepy, as the streets begin to pulse with morning traffic. People heading to work, quietly going about their business. It's so restful and peaceful. Then, the bright rays of fresh, morning sunlight rise above the horizon. Everything is bathed in fiery, sun-rise energy. So invigorating, positive, and un-tainted! One thing is for sure, the cycle between day and night should never, ever be thought of as anything less than a beautiful, balanced blessing.