a hard day’s night

..one of the most beautiful things, the ice on tree branches glistening against a black sky. Night is a strange time for me, after David goes to bed and I sit in the dark with the glow of technology on my face, and the puppy keeps bringing me each of his toys for me to throw across the room.
Outside everything drips diamonds, quietly. I am afraid that it will all be gone in the morning, and I will drive to work, the knowledge of the beauty I have missed lingering in my peripheral vision. And so will begin another Monday, another work week, another turn of the hamster’s wheel.
Tonight, however, is endless Sunday, eternal rest, pounding silence.
*yawn*
bored.
nitey-nite