{"id":450,"date":"2010-03-14T00:42:22","date_gmt":"2010-03-14T08:42:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/?p=450"},"modified":"2010-03-14T00:42:22","modified_gmt":"2010-03-14T08:42:22","slug":"midnight","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/2010\/03\/14\/midnight\/","title":{"rendered":"Midnight"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Twas the night before Sunday and all through the house,<br \/>\nthe only thing stirring, was the click of my mouse.<\/p>\n<p>Errr yeah, a poet I am not. I shall make no pretense otherwise. <\/p>\n<p>I was just about to head off to bed for the night when I took a moment to listen to the silence. I miss midnight. Or rather I miss the mystery and mysticism of the witching hour, that brief moment between one day and the next when all the world was still. <\/p>\n<p>Staying up until midnight used to be a privilege coveted by all siblings. Those who managed it were envied by those who fell asleep and didn&#8217;t make it. Midnight used to be special and now it&#8217;s either a signal that we should be heading home soon or a realization that dang I&#8217;m going to be tired tomorrow. <\/p>\n<p>As I sit here in my silent house and listen to the creaks and groans as even the timbers settle in for the night, I&#8217;m reminded how much I love midnight, the hour of quiet and peace.<\/p>\n<p>On that note I leave you to toddle off to my bed and let the magic of the moment lull me to sleep. <\/p>\n<p>Goodnight All <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As I sit here in my silent house and listen to the creaks and groans as even the timbers settle in for the night, I&#8217;m reminded how much I love midnight, the hour of quiet and peace.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[81],"class_list":["post-450","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-randommusings","tag-midnight"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/450","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=450"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/450\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":453,"href":"https:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/450\/revisions\/453"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=450"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=450"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=450"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}