Wrestling With the Night
All my life, I've wanted to be an early bird, trying to strangle the night owl in me with my bare hands. But it keeps hooting. So, when I can't sleep and the sheep start to count me, I grab my Ricoh GR III and my iPhone 13 and I hit the mean streets of the meanest borough of the city that never sleeps. All the while my semi-responsible adult brain screams, "You idiot, you need to be at work at 10 AM!"
That’s where Nietzsche comes in, my favorite philosopher after Groucho Marx . Living dangerously is capturing something others wouldn’t even dream of; it’s walking the streets with a baseball bat in one hand and a camera in the other; it’s going to work dead tired; and it’s definitely not using a tripod no matter how dark it is and how badly your hands shake from too much chamomile tea.
And when the sun rises, I’ll be rocking that “I totally slept well” look, even if my eyes say, “I just wrestled with the night!”
I wrestled with the night, it gave me quite a fright,
Dropped my snapper and tripped on curbs, what a silly sight.
The moon just laughed above me, as I stumbled on my way,
Who knew that late-night antics could turn into a play?
Time to go to bed.
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ak
In my experience, the secret to being an early bird when you're not an early bird is to have a chaotic, ever-changing sleep cycle. You're bound to be up early several times a month.
Love these photos and completely relate to the desire to be an early bird!