I am a morning person and I am a night person (may I say that I am temporally ambidexterous?).
What I am not is a midday person. The morning is fresh and full of possibilities of accomplishments and adventures. The evening is veiled and mysterious and spurs my imagination. I feel enlivened by both of these times.
In between morning and evening, however, I am at a loss. What was my purpose again? And how heavily my eyelids droop. I want nothing more than to give in to this weighty somnolence. Life appears lackluster and interminable.
In the afternoon, when the sun is high, it is best for me to sit on a park bench and watch the world go by. Perhaps with a book in my hand whose pages may or may not get turned.
What I am not is a midday person. The morning is fresh and full of possibilities of accomplishments and adventures. The evening is veiled and mysterious and spurs my imagination. I feel enlivened by both of these times.
In between morning and evening, however, I am at a loss. What was my purpose again? And how heavily my eyelids droop. I want nothing more than to give in to this weighty somnolence. Life appears lackluster and interminable.
In the afternoon, when the sun is high, it is best for me to sit on a park bench and watch the world go by. Perhaps with a book in my hand whose pages may or may not get turned.
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