Urg. The Day.

I don't like daytime much.

It encroaches, really. Night is so peaceful, private, quiet...and timeless. At least you would think. ...Nothing moves.

It is good for when you want to linger...when you need all the time in the world in just a short space of time. It can feel that way.

But day just trespasses; the intruder!


I can't get away from the fact of my Enneagram Five -ishness. It leaks out in every way that everything I love keeps 'people' far Off my skin. I can't help but see that something huge that's precious about night, to me, is the feeling of insulation & hibernation...from others. The private pocket of time, and space.