We made the magical shift a short while ago; my coffee and work addled brain recognised the abrupt click as Evening took over from the sluggish afternoon. Evening is alert with potential- anxious to sweep us under it's dark cover. I feel like an old-timer sitting at a dark dingy bar off of a side-street, nursing a too weak drink with trembling fingers. Except I'm just on the late shift at a computer sales call-center so it's a tad different , less dramatic and not quite as cheesily romantic a picture.

But a shot of bourbon would help.

The sun is in ascension. The clouds move slowly over the vast emptiness of the sky. Morning twitches like a spastic jerk. Coffee in styrofoam cups. Bleary eyes gradually waking up. People talk about being morning people. Most mornings Im not. Unless I'm laying in and there is someone pretty and interesting laying in with me. Otherwise, world leave me alone until I decide to be sociable. Mornings are a blurred succession of half remembered images and experiences; journeys to work take on the bored experience of a well-thumbed paperback or an over-shown tv movie. There are times in life where you look forward to something every day. Right now, its getting to talk to people I care about and haivng honest interesting refreshing conversations. The bullshit and lack of communication needs to go. Like already.