wide eyed legless

I have this week unexpectedly off of work. I am transitioning in between jobs and it was sort of handed to me on some kind of silver platter, you could say. Last night I had the only case of insomnia I think I have ever had, so I was fully awake come five AM. I wandered around my dim apartment, trying to make myself tired, to no luck, so I sat, drank some tea, and I listened.

I love early morning, especially unexpected early mornings. I love wandering out onto a deck, taking in the misty earth and the first sounds of life. I love the peace and solitude I find in them. But waking hours in New York are nothing like what I have been used to, they are quite communal. I heard my neighbors begin their days, their first conversations, their indecisiveness of what to wear, the woman who sings opera warming her voice. I sat, I sipped, and I felt this community stirring and waking around me. I suppose its one small beauty of city living.