When does the night begin

I have always been a child of the night. I start feeling sleepy with the first rays of the sun and become more active as the night matures. Am I alone out here, I wonder, or are there others like me, nightrunners each lost in their own world, also thinking the same. Out there whiling away the time when we are at our best and handing over the reigns of the world to the weak that wander in the sunlight. I like this place, I really like it here. Here the sun lives a very short life everyday. Here the night's domain spreads far and wide, gripping the land in its cold, cold hands, here I am ALIVE