In The Wee Small Hours

It is the time of year for all kinds of bugs and nasties.  It is 4.30am, and the cough that has kept my son, James, awake all through the night has finally sent us both downstairs, resigned to begin the day at such an ungodly hour.

The house is so silent you can hear it.

Outside it is still impenetrably dark, yet the birds are beginning to sing to lighten its depth.

Is January the bleakest month? I don’t know, but the month is almost out. The world continues to turn, and so does the clock.

It’s going to be a long day.

6 thoughts on “In The Wee Small Hours

  1. Sometimes, I feel like there is so much to do and so little time, that I wish the world and the clock would stop turning, but there is actually something comforting in that steadiness and knowing that they keep winding on, whether I am aware or not. I really liked the way you worded it. Hope that your son is healthy again soon and that you all get some much needed rest!


  2. Ohhh such a different feel to the wee-hours when spent in such a manner (instead of nursing the creative muse). All the best to your son and hopefully you and the wife will be resistant to the lingering ‘bugs and nasties’. 😉


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