I have never liked the night shift, especially in December, when the world outside seems so warm and welcoming, wrapped in Christmas lights. And yet, while I am here, alone, in the company lit only by the lights of the construction site, something magical always happens. It is strange to say, but there is a sort of peace in this solitude. The silence gives me space to listen to myself and my thoughts.
As I walk among the machinery and check that everything is in order, my imagination flies. Sometimes I like to think of having a telescope. I would climb to the roof of the building and, under this clear December sky, I would start to observe the stars. Maybe I would see a comet, or who knows… even Santa’s sleigh, with his reindeers crossing the full moon. There are nights when the line between reality and fantasy becomes so thin that everything seems possible.
Working at night is not easy, but it has its own charm. There is something special in experiencing the silence of the world while everyone else is sleeping, especially in this month. And in this quiet, my imagination takes flight, giving me and every night a little bit of magic.
