Circadian Rhythms I Can Dance To

Sometimes I wish I could be one of those people who goes to bed early and gets up early. It’s not that I don’t like the morning. Whenever I manage to roll out of bed before the sun it feels magical to watch its light arrive, and I swear the air is full of much more oxygen in those early hours. This is obviously not a scientific fact but it is something that my nose and mouth and lungs would swear to in a court of law. Anyway not often but sometimes, even more in the winter when the daylight isn’t here as long as in other seasons, I wish that I could be a morning person, but God I love the night. I don’t have to be out with friends. I don’t have to be having a cocktail or sitting and relaxing after an amazing dinner in a restaurant I adore, or walking under the moonlight or doing anything romantic or interesting or exhilarating. I can simply be in my own home reading a book with a cozy cup of tea or multiple tiny cups of very strong coffee. I love night’s quiet. I love how connections made in the evening, whether they be by phone or text or email, seem so much more alive, because the noise and the mind slurry of the day don’t cloud them or diminish them as they travel but rather give them greater purpose, more of a spotlit, centerstage positioning. In a perfect world, I would sleep in the middle of the day so I could enjoy the morning, the late afternoon, and the night.

Cinse Bonino
2024