Seventy-two years old, and I still get the same thrill out of staying up late that I did when I was five years old. There is something magical about still being awake when everyone else in the house has been asleep for hours. Things go on in the night that they will never know about. The heavy rain beating on the bulbous skylight of the domed ceiling, the moths fluttering around the chandelier over the patio table, the mystery of cool night air that makes a saga out of what might have been an ordinary night spent in dreams forgotten in the light of day.
The only prompt word ready at this very early hour is saga.
Marvellous photograph
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Don’t forget things that go bump in the night Judy 🙂
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Do you mean little old ladies bumping into furniture when they get up to pee?
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I am almost crying from laughing
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Well of course that was my intent.
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Love that photo — but did you really have to stay up all night to capture it?
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Ha..Not really, although I do frequently stay up all night, or at least until 3 or 4, but I’ve been known to fall asleep as the sun is rising. I am a night owl.
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My favorite time to create! If only I didn’t still have this annoying day job!
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I know. I don’t know how I had any time to do anything except work before I retired. The truth is, I just had more energy.
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Your saga is chock-full of wonderful imagery, Judy; a pleasant read.
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Thanks, Dolly.
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Very welcome
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