It’s becoming light now though the street lamps are still on. It has been a very long time since I’ve lain in bed wide awake until deciding it would be nice to to sit at my desk with a mug of hazelnut coffee and write/piddle while I watch the sun rise.
Where the Moon is I don’t know, but it was ‘She’ who I so often before used to wake early in order to say ‘Good Night’ to.
Where the Moon is I don’t know, but it was ‘She’ who I so often before used to wake early in order to say ‘Good Night’ to.
Mono has just walked up and paused, requesting I move over a bit so that she might have her spot in the chair with me. The side by the window of course. (She watches the street below as I do.)
Be mindful of watchers dear street folk as you are seen, by her, by I… or both.
I have before, at times of the morning like this, grabbed my camera and taken to the street via scooter. Off to some picturesque destination in order to capture a sunrise… from behind a bridge, over a river, or seemingly seeping up from the dew on tombs. Ooooo.
I still could go, if I hurry. *thinking* But I won’t. There is still warm coffee in my mug and a purring kitty at my side. …Perhaps tomorrow.
Ahh, I see a hint of lightest blue and touches of pink in the sky now. The street light is dark.
Why I am awake, or have been awake for hours, I am unsure. Except that I miss my girlfriend. I love my quiet (in the mind) time. She has taken a much needed extended weekend to visit her mother. But ohhh it seems I miss her. Two nights now she has been away. Last night I woke at 2am after only a couple hours of sleep, but was able to sleep again. Tonight, no… I just tossed and turned, over to her side of the bed at first, then I found myself spooning her pillow in a full on acknowledgement of loving her. So despite any gleeful fulfillment of my seclusion, there is no wanting of it all of the time. Granted it drives me mad to no longer have uninterrupted quiet hours and hours (days even) to be in my own head, but ohh… *sigh* it seems I cannot sleep soundly through a night because she is not next to me.
I am glad she is off on a break from working. Hanging out at a beach and being with family. I feel good when I know she is happy. But it seems also, even when I get to be alone with my own thoughts for a few days that I am not, actually alone.
I am glad she is off on a break from working. Hanging out at a beach and being with family. I feel good when I know she is happy. But it seems also, even when I get to be alone with my own thoughts for a few days that I am not, actually alone.
Cars are driving past more frequently now, and faster, or so it seems.
When it is 4 and 5 a.m. it is as though they creep by, wearing socks and being careful not to step where they know the floor creaks loudly. At 6 and 7a.m., it sounds more as though they have had hearty breakfasts and are heading out to face the day!
I am weary from lack of sleep. The sun hasn’t yet topped the buildings. Though I don’t want to go back to bed now and miss the morning. …My favored time of day.
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