It’s late. Or early. I want to be asleep, but I don’t want to go to sleep. There are nights when I lie in bed and think. Not consciously about bad things, just lots of things. My days don’t have idle brain time. I wrote about what I did yesterday. Looked as if I had plenty of time to cogitate, but there is an element of time that is not measured linearly. Time that has bookends has difficulty supporting thoughts and activities that do not always have a definitive beginning or end. So it’s 2 o’clock in the morning and I am more relaxed than I am a 2;30 in the afternoon. I am on the porch. I am so happy to be on the porch. It is a place where I can be alone surrounded by endless time. And two street lights. And crickets.
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