I think that I have been a night owl since birth. Born at 1am without a racket or a long labor. Around puberty is when I really noticed that I was set to a different clock. Everyone at home would be fast asleep and I’d be struggling to wind down.
And it’s only gotten worse as I’ve aged. I can’t even count how many times I have unintentionally ‘broke night’ with my eyes wide open. It’s also the time I’m most productive,, it’s when I prefer to write to think, to clean, to the ire of all who have lived with me.
I think that embody my city, the one that never sleeps, so we stay up regrettably sleep deprived together.
But that’s just the way it is.
Until our next rendezvoua…