Musings after no sleep
A short note, after a short night...
What is it about 3 a.m.? When my mind is troubled, it's always 3 a.m. when I wake up, groggy and anxious, and can't get back to sleep. I try mindfulness, I try breathing, I try prayer-- what I can tell you is that the peepers chirp in cycles, with a silent pause in between choruses. And the rooster next door knows what 4 a.m. is, exactly. What a strange song they make together--contrapuntal, raucous--and the day blooms, and the blue and white lights in my back yard wink out, and here we are.
Have a good Saturday,
C
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