2a.m. on a Monday

It’s the earliest start time yet.

On the road the drunks are still weaving… I haven’t reached or realised my usual disdain and give a wide berth.

My patience is rewarded with 6 hours sleep by midnight. There’s a light at the end of that tunnel on a cool November morning and I am safe on a rock hurtling through space at unimaginable speeds and once again realize just how little control I have in the grander scheme, however the choices are abundant.

Dennis Mantin

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