Morning Shift

After a decade working at night, so much sunshine entered my life when I went shifted back to the morning. The world appears more alive. Yellow gold spreading itself on the skin, peering through glass panes and the buildings of the city, beautifully blazing the afternoons with tropical heat. The sunsets happen everyday but we never get exhausted in saying that it's spectacular. The drive along the bay at 5pm, coming home to see D. and I. - being able to say, I have lived the day and I saw a bright spark or two.

Coffee tastes better in the morning when it perks you up from a night's sleep, as opposed to trying to stay up when I work the nights. I've also been able to run more often. And I've been drinking spirits more often - the nights are just too seductive. At the same time, we no longer demand so much out of the nights and evenings. We recognize the rhythm that granted us some happiness and the recent days allowed us to keep pressing that button: lovingly prepared meals at home, some dinners out, many conversations on the collected stories of our days, movies and books over beer, vodka or whisky.

It's largely because the job's still too easy at this stage. This relaxed state will change when I'm out of the training and transition phase. Worrying is a natural propensity but over the years I'd like to think I've developed a slightly sensible, if not a more poetic perspective. I saw a spectacular sunset, and there will be another one tomorrow.