hazy moon

Another evening swim tonight; I’ll have to keep them as special events so that I don’t give my mornings up because when I do that my writing time also waits until evening.

It’s not quite the same writing at the other end of the day, at night when it’s dark outside and my energy is waning. But I have always liked this time of the day when the world quiets down and the shadows take over as the darkness descends like a blanket to cover everything for a while. And now that I have come out from the shadows on many fronts, I work to rise with the sun and write my misogi post: a completely different kind of take on the day, on life, very forward looking; but what else can you do when you are at the start of the day!

And so I’ll keep these late nights as a special treat and enjoy them when they come up. With a little Brahms playing, a shot of Kentucky whiskey, and the newly waning moon over the trees, I am that tragic figure howling at the moon alone.

I swam later tonight than I have before, dusk came and went, and the lights on my gazebo came on. I know my backyard so well even though it has enough lamps on to light my way I could do it with my eyes closed. But lest I get used to these enticing late night hours again, I’ll have to sign off soon as my morning writing is nearing, my eyes are closing and so it’s time to sleep tight until the morning’s light.