the opposite of incongruous at night

There's something comforting about the world going to sleep. Almost as though the pressure of the deux is released and emergence into the all is at foot. One step into a sudden re-entrance into the vastness of life and one is absorbed back into it instead of being sucked into the here and now with the immediate surroundings.

There exists no space or time, just immeasurable places in which to dunk and douse without the trappings of the material world. This need not exist only in the night, at times too; the beauty of dawn, before all rise, when the dew on the grass is you and the sun rising is a luminous reminder of existence as a whole versus the separateness of everyday living.