The Cold Embrace Of Dark

It's almost five in the morning and just as I'm starting to fall asleep, the sun is about to come up.

Amazingly, it still feels pretty cold in here. Probably the humidity. Heating's helped a bit.

It seems like I'm making up for lost sleep during the week with the early bedtimes, but as soon as Friday night hits, I'm up until the very start of dawn. Strangely, it's during these late hours that I feel more relaxed. Peace and quiet often comes from this time... and yet it's also when I make the most noise.

Nothing to wake the neighbors; I've heard worse behind their walls. The wails of dogs and the banging of the bodies... nothing violent. A sign of loneliness for the former; pure, unconstrained passion for the latter.

Funny how, during the day, I'm going through the motions, but as day turns to night and the background noise dies out, I feel the most invigorated. It's been like this for a while now... this settling into the new norm.

Part of me misses the old days, while the other is fine with what's there.

Another part... that's a work in progress.

As is everything in life.