Midnight Oil

I'm a morning person, at my best when the sun is rising and dew is on the grass. But sometimes the thoughts of day settle best at night. Sometimes, it's only when everyone else is asleep that I can put the day to rest, can concentrate on a task, can finish the chapter or paragraph or journal entry. Today has been like that. We're in Kentucky, visiting with family, fixing food, working on a project. My mind is a jumble of words and emotions and things to do. But one by one, the doors close, my mind clears. The words flow, my keyboard rattles, the familiar rhythm. Soon I'll be spent, I'll read a few minutes and fall asleep. Maybe sooner than I think.