I am a Night Owl.  I was born at 6:40 PM on a cold winter's day in December.  That was the first day of my life and the beginning of my day, as it has been ever since.  Wrapped up and warm in my mother's arms, I was soon taken out into the cold air for the long journey to our home in the country.

I am a child of winter.  Summer heat drains me of energy.  I breathe better in cold air. I come alive between the hours of 6:30 and 7:00 PM. Sunset is to me what sunrise is to Morning People. I eat an evening meal, and the night ahead of me holds whatever happens in those dark hours when most people are sleeping.  I may read a book, clean the kitchen, browse the internet, or just sit on my back porch and listen to the sounds of the night.  Occasionally a Great Barred Owl comes to visit the neighborhood.  I hear him hooting in the dark, and wonder if he is speaking to me.  I wish we spoke the same language, but in a way, I believe we do.  We both are night creatures and while he may be hunting for food or perhaps a mate, I am also hunting. I am seeking those who stay up late, sometimes all night, and want to communicate in the language we know...the voices of Night Owls.