The word ‘lucubration’ – the plural is lucubrations with an ‘s’ – comes from the Latin lucubrare – meaning to work by lamplight – and by extension, to work at night.  Burning the midnight oil was a phrase I learned as a boy, from my mother, not merely an expression but something that became – and has remained – a reality in my life.

Lucubrations are nocturnal jottings, writings, studies or simply meditations – and all that results from or pertains thereto.

It can be very quiet and lonely, after midnight.

It can also be a time of inner darkness.  And sometimes, inner light.

And for me, it has almost always been a time when nothing else could get in between me …. and whatever I have been holding, hiding, or incubating inside.

Some of my lucubrations come to light, sometimes.  Others never will.

Edgar Allan Poe wrote:

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

And then, hearing or imagining he hears, a faint tapping, he (the Poe-ian narrator) stands:

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

Doubting and dreaming are part of it, too.  Always have been.  I write these words in the harsh, pale light of morning – but I am thinking of the darkness ahead …. and the lucubrations that await.