In the still of the night
While I won’t go so far to say that I *like* being up at this hour of the morning (eldest daughter had a nightmare at 4 am, and after settling her I haven’t been able to go back to sleep) there is a quiet and a stillness to sleeping house and sleeping night that I very much appreciate.
I did the dishes (slowly, so as not to clank), and then sat down with a folder of untouched, pre-2003 film scans to see what else there was to see. These pieces went well with my current, quiet, mood.
Though I wonder if I would process them differently, if it were 5 in the evening and brightly sunny.
