4th Watch Reverie
The deepest thoughts spill into the darkest hours.
4am.
Something in the quiet wakes me. My dreams must’ve been intense—though whatever they were slips away before I can hold onto their shape. Not anxious, not frightening—the lingering quality is a warm glow of comfort rimmed with excitement. It’s always frustrating when a potentially good story dissolves before I can assign it meaning.
I go for a walk. This morning’s quarter moon lacks inspired brilliance. Not moonless, but a fading light compliments the quiet. The world sleeps in the fourth watch of the night. Circadian rhythms synchronized like a line dance of collapsed humanity.
A delicious breeze greets me—perfectly tempered, not too harsh, with a faint hint of the sea. The trees wave at the starlight, celebrating the early morning stillness.
They whisper, “Praise and honor to our Creator! The Maker of all things who dwells in the glorious heavens above!!” And they applaud with their tendrils stretched skyward.
The sound and motion make me think of ‘The Music Takes Me’ by School of Seven Bells:
I hear you in the trees
Swaying as you sing to me
Feeling as your heart
Pulses through my weary body
This week has been a spiritual and emotional renewal. I discovered a secret oasis again. I feel like I am living once more.
Little drops of concern and kindness have created a new chemistry in me—of happiness, of satisfaction—that had long been stripped away.
My only fear: can it last?
I hope. I pray.
Here in the dark, I can see the man I was—far off in the distance. A happy and excited fellow, brimming with possibility and energizing everything around him. He stands on a hilltop, contemplating how he got lost, trying to navigate his way back by the light of his Northern Star—his Polaris.
So I will try to maintain this fertile ground. I will keep the light on and hope he can trace his way back home again.
I don’t know if you miss him, but I sure do.
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Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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