Midnight reminds me of many years ago...when my Dad woke us up around 4am to see the auroras in the sky. They were beautiful and eerie at the same time. (Not like this picture, but still so fascinating just the same.)
Midnight reminds me of starlit dates with my husband when we were young enough to stay out all night. We'd sit out in my family's backyard and look for shooting stars.
Midnight reminds me of summer evenings sitting around the bonfire with my family, watching the coals in the fire pit glow with heat.
Midnight reminds me of Little Olive's newborn days, when her schedule was the exact opposite of ours, and we would often stay awake together until the wee hours of the morning until she was sleepy.
Midnight reminds me of peaceful moments and warm memories.
Maybe that's why it's one of my favorite words...