Wednesday, August 21, 2019
It's ironic how...
Last night the air was cool and fresh, perfect for sleeping. I was picking some vegetables from the garden before dark and I noticed the leaves turning over on the trees. This is usually a sign of rain, the sky was completely clear however, I did notice the sun setting white, another sign of rain. I thought maybe it was going to rain the next day, the weather man had said clearing out overnight.
At 2:30 in the morning I was awoken to a strange sound, I soon realized it was the oddest sounding thunder I had ever heard. I jumped up and closed the windows just as a downpour started. At the sound of rain, I remembered the trees with their leaves turned up earlier in the evening, mother nature like all moms, "a mother knows"! We definitely could use the rain, just not the thunder and lightning. I went down stairs to snuggle into my reclining chair and wait out the storm. Unfortunately every time I was just about to doze off, another storm would come, this went on until almost six, I felt exhausted by morning.
Usually if something wakes me between two or three, I can't get back to sleep. The hour of the wolf, so to speak. It's ironic how at three in the morning, I begin to clearly remember all the tasks I was supposed to do earlier in the day but forgot. It's ironic how I suddenly have the energy at three in the morning that I had needed at work during the day. Also ironic that I can clearly see where I am making mistakes in my social life at that hour as well. Ironic that I become totally focused on those thoughts, no matter how hard I try to block them until the following day, compared to losing my train of thought often at other times, when I need to be focused. Also ironic that at three in the morning, I'm unable to do anything about my problems and for some bizarre reason, I finally seem ready to take on the task.