There's something about running at night that I can't quite put into words. I love that stillness of the night, the endless silence, where the only sounds are those of my own breathing and my footsteps hitting the trail. Occasionally, my thoughts are interupted by the hoot of an owl, the gentle barking or howling of nearby coyotes, or a rustling in the bushes of some unknown creature hidden in the darkness. I actually feel more alive as the sounds of the wild come to life, my senses becoming far more alert, far more acute. I don't feel afraid when running alone on the trails at night, not even when I hear the rustlings, not even when I'm convinced there is something watching my every move in dark as my headtorch illuminates what I think is a set of eyes hiding in the bushes as I pass by. Then there is the night sky - that beautiful midnight blue - one of my favourite colours. Living in Phoenix, we are blessed with the most amazingly clear night skies with millions...