Here I am, yet again.
It's getting later and my wake up time looms early. But it's always just now that the itch to pen something down hits me. It comes exactly when it's inconvenient or just a little bit of a difficult choice to make.
But I like to choose it anyway.
For in the quieter hours of the night, the world is gentler. And thoughts can rise up when the din has faded into the background. I like the peace, the sleepiness of the house, the glow of my lamp behind me. I like that my mind is freed in my solitude.
And I suppose this post is absolutely nothing inspired. It's just the nonsense that I love to experience.
Just contentment at this time of night, this summer night.
Warm in my bed, cool in my home. And I am ready for Inspiration to strike. I'll just have to wait and see if he decides to visit me.
3 comments:
Anna- I know exactly what you mean, in the early morning or very late day it seems the best time to just be inspired by different things. Finding things that maybe during the day dont inspire as easily, all of a sudden flood your thoughts.. :)
Love. :) Reading this gave me all the warm but chill feelings that writing late at night gives me, plus a zing of happy recognition at a true likeness of a shared experience, minus the resultant over-tiredness.
Yes, yes, yes! To you both! I'm so glad you guys share this feeling/habit with me.
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