Occasionally, I stay awake all night and all day.

Not strung out on drugs or partying. Not because I am an insomniac and cannot sleep and not because I don’t like to sleep. There is no noise keeping me from sleeping.
Its not missing the sleep that I desire but those dark, silent 8 or more hours completely free for me to do with what I want.

There is no one telling me to go to bed and its my choice to sleep when I like. This is a real perk of not having children. I can get up late, I have no school lunches to prepare. I am totally devoted to my dogs, but they too, can have a sleep whenever they like.

My most favourite time is the break of day, although find this expression of quite amusing. I imagine If the word was literal. That the morning ‘breaks’ the day by changing the darkness to light, by revealing the colours thrown from the imminently rising sun banishing the shadows. It does not appear the day is broken whatsoever. If anything, it’s brand new, unblemished and ready for me to hit the ground running (it makes a change from waking up and not realising for that short time that we are through).

Day flows to night as night does to day and what could be more special than seeing the sun set than to witness it rise once in a while. The sunset is the ‘ending’ of a day. It may not be a day you want to end or it may be a blissful release from a day you want to forget. You know you will see the sun close upon a day. But a lot of us don’t witness the dawn, we just take it for granted it happens.

If you are one of the lucky to see witness both the sunset and the first morning light, you may see why I believe that it is the night is the break of the day, like a comma or space between when we sleep to let our mind subconsciously work through prior day . Breaking it down, discarding the superfluous. Yet the dawning of a new day is more than the physicality of the sun rising, it’s creating new life, it warms me, cheers me. Makes me feel part of the evolving environment. Becoming par of its tune.

With just the sounds of a few birds starting to awaken and flowers nodding toward to the morning sun, I think .......there is nothing broken this morning