I am an unabashed night owl, a trait I inherited from my father. No really – researchers have actually found that there is a genetic component to a person’s circadian rhythms. Growing up, I would often come downstairs in the middle of the night to find him reading or working or making up his own crossword puzzles. Sometimes we would talk but often I would simply curl up next to him, my head rising and falling on his chest in rhythm with his breathing. Nighttime was when he helped me solve my problems, mended my broken heart, and told me fantastic stories. Nighttime was our time.
