1.00am is time for bed.
What do I hope to accomplish, anyway? Flicking through blogs I’ve never visited before, while the tail end of winter is rattling the windows.
I’ve been on farms in Nebraska and Kansas, strained my neck at the hills of Dakota, skirted the borders of a ranch in Texas. A voyeur into the admitting lives of strangers in places I’ve only ever read about.
Closer to home, I can see the lights of those of my neighbours who have yet to succumb to sleep. Are they in those houses, I wonder, behind those windows? Or are they similarly in far-flung corners of the world, reading the thoughts of others, both alien and kin?
They’re scared of the dark!
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Maybe that too! Down to the subjects they’re reading about on various blogs 😂
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I like the sense of an unknown, mysterious camaraderie within those homes. Hopeful their 1 o’clocks in the AM are not for awful Pandemic reasons – but creative night reflections.
In your case: I wish for you a lovely 1:00am ‘Purple Patch’!
😎
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Well remembered!
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i often wake up at that hour. It used to be that I stayed up till 1. Nowadays, because I get up at 5:30, I fall asleep by 11:30 at the latest.
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5.30 😱
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I like your header. Well done!
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