Greet The Dawn

Joseph decided he was done sleeping an hour and a half ago, so now I sit here typing and enjoying the early morning sunshine that is now pouring in my living room window like a fall of honey across a golden carpet. I'm not sure why lack of sleep makes me feel poetic, but it's worked before. There's something about those first rays of dawn that makes one a bit introspective as well. Bit of a shame I'm too tired to make coherent thoughts, but the peace and quiet is refreshing. Most of my quiet time is late at night and the darkness, while good for many things, doesn't have that certain something that lends itself toward the Zen moments I so crave. I know that the solution is to go to bed earlier and sleep better so I actually want to get up early, instead of merely enduring it as a necessary evil, but I'm not the only factor in this equation (see earlier post: "Not Much Sleep"). At least I'm getting a new mattress, soon. Maybe if the sleep I do get is better things will even out.