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Sunday, May 19, 2013

The Wee Hours

Zero two hundred and I find myself in the kitchen building a bean soup for today's dinner.  Silence extends from my home into the darkness and it gives me time to think and dream on my feet.

I've noticed my hands give the sharp scent of onion and bacon and just now I get a whiff of fresh brewed coffee. Even though a book awaits my attention I think I'll draw a cup and take a walk, perhaps check the rivers tide.

Besides, the water and salt marsh smell nice this time of the morning, and if one stands quietly, the soft click of the fiddler crabs keep beat with the lap of the shallow waves.

Strange how the lack of sleep attunes our senses.

Stephen

16 comments:

  1. I thought I was the only one who cooked in the middle of the night. I just had bacon, eggs, and milk. I have cooked soup in the wee hours for the next day.

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    1. You're not alone, Dear Linda. Happens to me all the time. Ever peel shrimp at three in the morning....I have.

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  2. That's part of the reason I get up so early each morning, even if I got no place to be. Quiet and still can be useful and needed sometimes.

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    1. I believe with all my heart silence and peace are the most important parts of our daily lives. Thanks, my friend.

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  3. Ahhh! A fresh pot of perked coffee, sitting on the back deck and enjoying the night sounds of the country. There is just something so special about this part of the day. Everything is ok in my little world for now and I embrace it with a smile. Then the damn rooster wakes up.

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    1. Roosters, dear lady, make fine dumplings...

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  4. I miss being able to sit outside in the early morning, listening to the sounds of nature awakening for the day. It's frequently too cool for that, even for me.

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    1. Two words - Bear skin. Well, maybe three - blanket.

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  5. My usual day is a cacophony of loud machinery, beating and banging, with the dust of construction. I relish relief from this in the early morning, when the sun is only a thought and the whip-poor-will sings its lonely song.

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    1. Speaking of which...I haven't heard the first whippoorwill this Spring...dadgumit.

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  6. Meh... up at 0330 myself... COFFEEEEEE

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  7. Here lately I've been drinking too much liquids in the evenings. So when it comes to not sleeping much, I call it the "Wee Wee" hours.

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    1. My body has been on automatic wee duty for years....heh, do it in my sleep when I indeed, sleep.

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  8. Matt made me laugh.

    With windows open at night it's interesting: when I go to bed there's all sorts of noises outside - possum passing through, deer hooves hitting a rock. But if I wake up in the wee hours, before the birds start their sleepy morning sounds, it's absolutely quiet. Even the night shift is asleep.

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    1. Great, isn't it...here, just too damn hot to sleep with the doors and windows open. A/C rules in Florida.

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