It Feels Late

As the day wanes and I long for bed, it feels late. I ponder.

As night recedes and daylight comes, I consider the day ahead, and again I long for bed. I ponder.

It feels late both ways, I ponder.

Maybe less ponder, more doing, sleeping, then it won’t feel late.

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