The Wee Hours

Sometimes I wish I worked nights, like an overnight shift at a hotel desk or something. I'm not unhappy with my job, I just love the wee hours of the night--even though I'm often more content when going to bed early--and my 9-5 job limits my contact with that time.

I love the feeling of being up late at night or early in the morning when everyone else is asleep. I feel like the only person on a post-apocalyptic earth, and peacefully so. And I love the significance of the few human encounters that occur during those hours. There's a profound bond shared by two strangers when they are the only two stirring souls in each others' immediate lives; even if they don't speak, they notice each other in a much more meaningful way.

I also enjoy the peace of those hours. They are great times to reflect. They are also great times to create: my filter as a writer subsides and I am able to producer more interesting products deep into the night.

I think I would also enjoy work that simply allows me to wait in quiet. I could be wrong, it could prove extremely boring. But I think I would like it.