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I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning

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I love mornings. I really do. I don’t necessarily enjoy waking up. I mean, who WANTS to wake up from dreaming about throwing the Super Bowl winning touchdown with no time left one the clock while also playing a sold out rock show on Mars? NO ONE! However, once I am awake, mornings are wonderful. I don’t sleep much and my mornings tend to begin before most others’. I have always been partial to living my life by the Leonard Cohen mantra, “The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world,” and I often do have that artificially inflated sense of superiority in the early mornings. They are a time of relaxed reflection; a brief moment of zen before the harsh realities of life come crashing through the window with the sun and the noise of the city.

Of course, I prefer morning when I don’t have to get out of bed to mornings I have some place to be. I’m not about to be walking to work at five in the morning Whistling Dixie. I’m not a maniac. Yet, even on those mornings, walking the normally bustling city streets of downtown Toronto, there is something oddly comforting about the silence. A nod to the prostitute still trying to make her way. A tip of the cap to the early morning delivery trucks and a wink to the ending night shift workers thankful to see the morning crew arrive. All right, so maybe I am a bit of a maniac.

The mornings I truly love, are the mornings I have absolutely nothing to do. The mornings I can make a pot of coffee, climb back into bed, put on an album, and reflect. Some times on happy thoughts. Some times on friendships lost. Some times on what I want to be when I grow up. Some times not. Some mornings I will just sip my coffee and be completely void of all cognitive functions, and  some mornings I will have the urge to write. I suppose that is what happened this morning thanks to my putting on the album, “I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning.”

Could mornings be better? Absolutely. My mornings would be monumentally better if I woke up next to someone I loved. I could share all my crazy with her. We could sip our coffee, listen to Bright Eyes and scoff at the still sleeping world. Alas, for now, I will wake in solitude. I’ll find her one of these days. Thanks for reading friends.


Written by josiahh

December 8, 2012 at 12:13 PM

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  1. You are a maniac, but that’s a good thing

    Andrew De Vos

    December 8, 2012 at 12:21 PM

  2. Another delightful post….:)

    Daphne Olivia Marechal de Carteret

    December 8, 2012 at 4:30 PM

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