At any time of day or night.

I altered my routine tonight. Plopped into bed at 10. With the lights still on. It felt so good. So cozy. So warm. It's the coldest night of the winter so far. Anyway, I'm up at 2 in the morning. Writing. My thoughts. My musings.  Normally, this is the time I'm going to bed. For the first time. After a long and delightful day. Now I'm feeling rested. Yes, a good time. To write. And read a book. And maybe play soft and idyllic music. Though I also savor the quiet. The stillness. The solitude. An opportunity, too. To think about my Italian amore. Ah,  love. It's so wonderful.  At any time of day or night. --Jim Broede