Drink Rum

I was out on my deck yesterday and found myself deep in thought. I was home sick from work and I was catching the sunset at a time I'd usually have been a work.

The time of day that I found captivating me was that hour or so before dusk or sunset. When the sun is sinking quickly and everything gets kinda orange tinted and casts very long shadows. Whenever I see that, it always reminds me of when I was a kid... yikes... 21 years ago. I remember sitting on my bike that I ridden to the top of this huge dirt mound and I could see out over the area. It was an area several miles from my house that I'd ride to to get away from my neighborhood. There was a 7 Eleven there and I'd buy a Slurpee and play video games until I ran out of quarters. Then I would always lose track of time and have to ride my bike back through the woods in the dark.

That time of day has always been special to me. At the beach, it's when all of the families are gone and the life guards have packed up. It's just me and the beach.

It's the end of the day and the beginning of the night.

I've started to realize why I like the night so much more than the day. During the day, I'm dancing to someone else's music. I do a job, someone pays me. I don't pick the company I keep. I do the boring shuffle that everyone else does.

At night, I do what I want. I choose who I spend my nights with and don't have to answer to anyone really.

Perhaps that's why I don't sleep at night much... maybe my mind doesn't want to waste "playtime" on something so silly as sleep. Who knows?

In the meantime, I'll just keep remembering sitting on my bike on a hill.