A few weeks back, I stayed at my mom’s and found myself up with the sun. I hadn’t slept the night before. I rarely am able to sleep at my mom’s, don’t know why.
But in the early light, the ordinary suburban surroundings and shambles I grew up with suddenly struck me as vibrant and magical. They never appeared this way to me before. The birds were singing and everything looked golden.
I have intents to make a trip back down soon to wake up with the sun again, or rather stay up all night until the sun comes. The cold and my love for sleeping has kept my enthusiasm for that trip at a low. Maybe tomorrow.