The thing is, I'm really not an afternoon person. I like getting up early and I like staying up late, though I wish I could do both without becoming a lot less of a likable person. It's the solitude that feeds me, I think. The quiet of knowing most of the world around you is at peace, and you are free to wander through it, grazing fingers over the watery surface and watching the ripples chase each other into the distance. Both the morning and the night feel that way to me. The afternoon is filled with do's and should's, not the stuff of music and poetry. So I sit, with guitar at my side, son asleep in the next room (his peaceful presence somehow more calming than his absence would be), with the feeling that life is somehow right again. Even though it wasn't wrong before.
I didn't get too many words out today - some days that happens, but I did pen these as a bridge to a song that may only be meaningful to me and those who know me well, but I write it anyway:
Are you ready to come down and make it happen?/
Are you here on the earth?/
I'm not trying to say that we give up heaven,/
but to see what life's worth.
Good night, cool and quiet nighttime world. May we meet again soon.