3 am

 

I'm not sure what it is about 3 am...

I wake up (like I am now) and I mean...I'm awake.

Really awake.

I'm still really tired but my mind is churning.

Nothing is off limits at this time of the day.

I think about past regrets, dreams of the future, goals, laundry to be done, projects to be completed, recipes to be made, and whether I have to pee. All in the first few minutes.

3am, you baffle me.

But, I'm not going to lie.
I used to hate looking at the clock and seeing that crazy hour,
especially during the school year.
I have to wake up so early anyway, that 3am is a tease.
I have just enough time to fall back asleep, but not really get good rest.
And that's only if I immediately go back to sleep!
That's not happening now.  No sleep...not yet. 

But today, 3 am is beautiful. 

Many times, especially when I have to pee,
I think that Murphy must too. 

So we head outside to stroll.

Up and down our little street, soaking in the morning smells.

Nothing is more hopeful than taking a walk at 3am. 

Nothing has happened yet, but all of the possibilities are there.

ALL OF THEM! 

Even my crazy, hopeful dreams of the future are possible.

I love that.

So, we stroll.

And Murph sniffs.

We pause and I look at the sky...have you seen it at 3?
Man, it's beautiful...especially today. 

Maybe it's my new vision?

Nah, I do this often.

I love staring at a dawn waking up.

Again, there's so much hope in that rise.

As we stroll, I know that strolling,
at some point has to end.

And it does, usually when I see my neighbor
leave for his early shift,

Then it's time to head back in.

But I try, for as long as I can to hold the possibilities
of the day in my hand. 

Not too tight...dreams have to breathe.

But my dreams are within reach.

Thanks for the reminder 3am...
I needed that.