Nightfall… for some a signal of repose, a retreat in restful slumber and a quelling of the din of day. For you, fair Morning Lark, may dreams come sweet and soft. But for us others, we nocturnal Night Owls, in the gloaming is glory sought in sleepless hours silently spent in the “lingerous longerous book of the dark.” If you too find yourself treading in those tranquil times of night, may we offer this dram of wakeful dreams for your solitary vigil.