The house was dead quiet as he rolled out of bed, straightened himself slowly to stretch out the kink in his back. Frowning, he felt like the Pisa tower, not quite standing straight as he moved silently out of his bedroom, and into the hall.
Small glowing lights on the stove clock said 4:10. Every morning for nearly two weeks he has found himself in the kitchen at nearly the same time.
Sliding the patio open, he stepped out onto the balcony to absorb the cool air and stillness outside. He promised himself he would go back to bed, and hopefully to claim more rest.
The crickets were asleep, the street was silent, but to the east there was a slight glow, but dawn was not arrived.
Quietly, this verse returned to his thoughts, and a smile to his face –
And when my mind is free
You know a melody can move me
And when I’m feeling blue
The guitars’ coming through to soothe me
Thanks for the joy that you’ve given me
I want you to know I believe in your song
Rhythm and rhyme and harmony
You help me along making me strong
He loved this time of the day, and part of himself soaked up the cool air, and stillness so he felt peaceful.
Another day is in the wings, ready to take the stage. I hope it will be a good one.
One last big breath, and back to bed. He promised himself that he would try to sleep some more. Maybe sleep will wrap around him, so he can drift away. Dobie – Give me the beat and free my soul…
Thanks Dobie Gray for the music, just like you “I look for the light in the pouring rain.”
*** Thanks readers for taking the time for a different post. Maybe you are a middle of the night person also, and like me sing silently in the middle of the night. It just feels good.