Saturday Morning. 4 am.

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But now it is four in the morning and she is still awake while her husband breathes regularly and sweetly beside her. When she tires of listening to him breathe, which takes a long time because he sounds like a child and it is beautiful to hear, she comes into the other room and looks out her window uptown and at the lights on the river. Now and then opening a can of tuna fish and thinking this fish in this room on 112th Street was originally swimming in the deep Atlantic and now it is here on the thirteenth floor. What a miracle, although not for the fish. Still. You can appreciate things at four in the morning that would go right past you during the day.

~ Abigail Thomas, She has had insomnia. Safekeeping: Some True Stories from a Life


Image Source – Precious Things – Serrah Russel, Equivalents

15 thoughts on “Saturday Morning. 4 am.”

  1. Such a lovely piece, so relevant to many of us who are ridiculously early risers !! My most creative hours are early a.m.
    Although, I honestly have never opened a can of tuna. ☺ Van

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