The Graveyard Shift

The lights from the stores and signs resembled celestial bodies in the midst of an invasive outer space that had become immediate. Darkness had crept in, as is the usual mode of entrance for darkness. And I saw myself in one of those celestial bodies. I saw light surrounded by darkness. I saw a world that was in the process of falling asleep, and then I saw those that work the graveyard shift. Someone had volunteered to stay the night, and thanks to them, work was still performed. And the light came strongest from those places that stayed in operation. The night seemed to push upon them, and the light and darkness struggled for space. Sharing is not an option. But those workers had promised. They had told their Employer, that they would stay the night, and in turn, He provided them with light. That light would not leave. Surely there was someone who was annoyed from their room that the lights persisted through the night. Darkness maybe pervasive, but light is penetrating. Some don’t want the light; it makes it harder to sleep. But even in the night, weary travelers see it as a welcoming boon. So the man working the graveyard shift must persist. He must not listen to the night, for it distracts and detracts. It is not a glamorous job. Not many people want it. But those who see its necessity must keep on in their noble endeavor.