good morning
It's 6:34, I am tired but somehow happy that I get to be awake in this hour. I slept for not more than 4 hours, but it's a physics rule that I have nothing resembling a proper sleeping schedule in summer. Actually, when writing gets boring, I'll just get back to bed.
I have this thing where I often wish that the evening were the morning. Dreaming of my morning beverages is something I experience throughout the whole day. Today they are water, tea made from ginger and fresh mint that have been sitting in my teapot since a time I don't remember, with the fresh addition of 1/3 of a lemon, and a cappuccino.
The idea of a new day seems very appealing. Wrapping it up by saying "tomorrow" brings me a certain satiety, and thinking about it now screams "human". It's funny how I perceive the time after just sleeping for couple of hours the root of potential, a completely new called "day". Last year I read that change is what drives the passage of time. Sometimes it seems like time is identifialble by nothing more than the changing of the numbers of the clock and calendar and that's completely fine.
Today I accept that.
