The downsides of working late nights, or having a body clock that is so interchangeable is that you get to enjoy the absence of the daytime. A prospect I believe to be underrated. Not since my final year of university, a time when I didn't truly prosper from spending long arduous nights scraping together something tangible that could be titled an essay of sorts. That feeling of chasing the day and believing there isn't enough hours to go around, that i do not miss.
So now, what has changed?
Well it took an unsociable bar job work pattern and a bout of heavy flu. The combination though not one I wish upon someone has had an effect on me, this is really the only time when things are peaceful enough to have pure thoughts. If you read a book, you seem to inhale far more information, because there is no exterior noise, except people sleeping and distant cars passing. The washing machines have stopped spinning, your housemates are sleeping, the social hi-fi has faded, uses are useless, an overwhelming feeling you are filled with, a hope, what if i write something truly magical, maybe i can, maybe i just have, maybe i will never but either way, this time, this is my time and my favorite time of the day.
peace·ful
adj.
1. Undisturbed by strife, turmoil, or disagreement; tranquil.
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