Tuesday, August 04, 2009

sunrise.
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or rather, before sunrise. it's not often that i'm up when it's still dark. or rather, it is often that i'm up when it's still dark, but i don't usually rise before the sun does. no, i toss and turn in and out of dreams, fitfully falling back to sleep and climbing back into consciousness ever twenty minutes.

i've had this neurotic routine down for oh, a long time now. normal people, i imagine, set their alarms, settle into sleep, and wake up when said alarms say so. but here i am, anticipating the hell out of the morning. perhaps it's my constant gaze towards the future, the future, the future.

and the future is here, at 5:16 am. or rather, it's now. and now is quiet, quieter than the east village ever is. the revelers have stumbled home, and the delivery trucks have yet to bumble in. it is magic hour, i suppose - a magic hour that most find (somewhat) slumbery solace in.

but today i am up before sunrise, and already starting into the day.

it is august now, and somehow the summer has already been hanging round for months. time keeps on slipping, as steve miller would croon, from the jukebox in the bar down the street, if the bar down the street had steve miller in it. it doesn't.

but it does have 'so lonely' by the police. a track i play every time i'm there, not because i am, but because i like it. it's a happy sort of solo song. kind of like this no-man's hour - in between night and day, quiet rustle and hustle/bustle.