A Beautiful Night

What am I doing at this time?

I'm about to sleep, after reading a book, like every night.

It's very beautiful when it isn't hot and you can just turn off the air conditioner and open the window to feel that warm breeze [come in]. [A wind is usually stronger than a breeze. Normally when referring to a light and pleasant wind we use "breeze."]

We can't do this every night, so it comes like a gift when it occurs.

I'm not very inspired to write in these days, so I'm making an effort to write something that can offer an interesting read to those who correct this / to whoever corrects this and at the same time_trying to write in the correct way.

I'm learning about the history of Japan, and its writing system.

It is derived from Chinese, and its syllabaries_are simplified versions of Chinese characters that have the same phonetic representation, but also have a different meaning.

Those syllabaries were originally created by young women that couldn't learn the Chinese alphabet, which was used in its totality in the ancient Japan.

Women in the ancient Japan were not able to get writing education, because it was considered that they weren't able to memorize the whole Chinese alphabet.

So these women invented a system that allowed them to write, consisting in characters from the Chinese alphabet characters with the same phonetic pronunciation as what they were saying.

That would seem strange to a Chinese, but perfectly natural to a Japanese.

As the years went by / Through the years, those characters were simplified, thus providing easier writing.