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October 7, 2009

The Morning Watch

 

I found myself on the brink of crying in a somewhat unusual place this morning. It had been a half an hour perhaps since I had actually woken up…after which time I showered, dressed, and walked to the store to fill my mug with some fresh coffee. I was on my way home, crossing a parking lot in the blindingly bright sun, and I suddenly remembered that I had a freshly filled mug of coffee in my hand…so I decided to take my first sip. My eyes had been all but closed up until that point, partially by the sun, but mostly by my simple proximity to sleep itself…and the mere scent of the coffee, and the feel of the cool rim of the mug against my lips caused me to tremble with pleasure. Although I was largely blind to the world around me, I could still hear the birds singing; as well as the wind…rattling my shirt and tossing the dry october leaves about. My mind was a blank slate, as it always is during the first hour of any given day, and it was this blankness…this momentary mental helplessness, with all the wonder and inhibition of of a child, that gave way to my tear inducing euphoria.

There are morning people, and there are evening people…which are you? It’s not fair to judge, if you are an early worker like most, and are forced out of bed before you are ready. Having to do such should have no bearing on this particular question…not even on your days off, when you are allowed to sleep as late as you like, as this too can generate pleasant feelings that are also a mere consequence of schedule. Were ample sleep routine, would you still prefer the dawn to the dusk? I know many people in each camp, and from what I gather it seems to boil down to favoring the two states of mind– the helpless fog of the morning, or the controlled decadence of the night; to be owned by the world, or to be an owner of it, is really the question…

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i’m completely a night-owl. to watch the sunset behind the mountains, followed by hours of dark and mindchilling nothingness, only to watch the dawn of a new day. It gives me hope; hope that the sun will always set and rise and nothing will ever change.

i’m completely a night-owl. to watch the sunset behind the mountains, followed by hours of dark and mindchilling nothingness, only to watch the dawn of a new day. It gives me hope; hope that the sun will always set and rise and nothing will ever change.

i’m completely a night-owl. to watch the sunset behind the mountains, followed by hours of dark and mindchilling nothingness, only to watch the dawn of a new day. It gives me hope; hope that the sun will always set and rise and nothing will ever change.

ah, morning coffee-orgasm. great stuff. You know I spent most of my life working graveyards… absolutely HATED it. But now that I’m on “regular human hours”, wow. I still tend to stay up far later than a normal person would whenever I’m off … like right now. lol

ah, morning coffee-orgasm. great stuff. You know I spent most of my life working graveyards… absolutely HATED it. But now that I’m on “regular human hours”, wow. I still tend to stay up far later than a normal person would whenever I’m off … like right now. lol

ah, morning coffee-orgasm. great stuff. You know I spent most of my life working graveyards… absolutely HATED it. But now that I’m on “regular human hours”, wow. I still tend to stay up far later than a normal person would whenever I’m off … like right now. lol

I prefer the night. When I can masquerade without anyone else around. When it is quiet. When most of everything is sleeping I feel more like myself. How about you?

I prefer the night. When I can masquerade without anyone else around. When it is quiet. When most of everything is sleeping I feel more like myself. How about you?

I prefer the night. When I can masquerade without anyone else around. When it is quiet. When most of everything is sleeping I feel more like myself. How about you?

Oh and I wanted to say, your writing is beautiful. I added you to my friends. I want to read more.

Oh and I wanted to say, your writing is beautiful. I added you to my friends. I want to read more.

Oh and I wanted to say, your writing is beautiful. I added you to my friends. I want to read more.

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