The Morning Darkness

There are few things I enjoy more than sitting in the dark. The best time to sit in the dark is the early hours of the morning before the alarm clock intrudes into my life like the Nazi it is.

I think that’s the worst sound in the world. The sound of an alarm clock when you know it’s going to go off. It signals the end of your free time, if you will. The end of the time you set aside, albeit because you can’t sleep, and a beginning of the time that must be set aside for your obligations.

Alarm clocks should be banned for being assholes.

But, back to my point. I enjoy sitting in the dark, with only a single, soft light, mainly because it helps me to think and get my thoughts in order. I enjoy it for the sense of order that pervades the activity; the pets are asleep, the wife is asleep, and I am alone with myself.

In the dark, the conversations come at a pace that is right for me and I get some thinking done. I mean, I’m always thinking, but I can order my thoughts, decide on the best course of action for the day, and plan for any contingencies. I even manage to make the odd blog post about alarm clocks being assholes. 😉

The dark never lasts, of course, for the intruding light is an ever-present thing. Eventually, the thoughtful, almost melancholy, mood is lost and the day must begin.

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2 Responses to The Morning Darkness

  1. Skatha says:

    I’ve never been able to ooze out of bed in those early morning hours to enjoy the quiet darkness, but I do enjoy sitting in the dark even if it’s just at night. For me, darkness seems to dampen the presence of the outside world. It just forces everything to be still and quiet so that I can think more clearly. 🙂

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    • WonderGoon says:

      Indeed. Usually when I am awake at such early hours it is because I have yet to go to sleep. My circadian rhythm is so out of whack that I don’t know at what point of the day I will want to go to sleep. Sometimes I get up after having slept for only an hour or two. Very frustrating.

      The morning hours, though, seem to be the time I am most active, of late. It is fortunate, however, as this is the time when the world seems to be at peace with itself. The quiet time before the shouting begins.

      Thank you for the comments.

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