The Midnight Window
11pm hits.
Most people shut down.
I switch on.
It’s not just staying up late.
If i am still up by 11pm, it’s a doorway.
Between 11pm and 2am, my mind clears.
Noise fades.
The world goes quiet.
And ideas arrive. They Tumble Out…
Not the small ones.
The big, ridiculous, brilliant ones.
Digital imagineering at its best.
Flow without effort.
No distractions, no pings, no expectations.
Just me and the canvas of possibility.
Efficiency peaks.
Creativity surges.
What takes hours in daylight takes minutes now.
It feels like cheating.
But it’s not.
It’s rhythm.
It’s biology.
It’s my being saying: this is your window.
Miss it, and the moment feels incomplete.
Catch it, and I walk into tomorrow already ahead.
So yes, it’s late.
Yes, I’ll sleep after.
But from 11pm to 2am…..
That’s when the magic happens.
