I always love being outside when everyone is inside. Preferably while everyone is inside sleeping. I wonder what the neighbors are really like, behind the bonfires, kids, motorcycles and construction. What do they struggle with? What do they fight about? What makes them happy? What are their goals this week? What’s keeping them up at night?
It gives me this odd sense of relief knowing that everyone tucked in their bed is going through something, and no one really knows what.
And no one really cares either.
The world continues to spin, the sun will still rise tomorrow, the school bus will still come and the bills still need to be paid. Everyone else has a job to do, and they expect you to do yours. Never mind your nightmares, never mind your fears. You have a role to play, and so do they.
The leaves will rustle in the wind, not giving one damn if you can sleep or not. The deer will run through your yard, completely ignorant of your nightmares. And the moon will be dependable as always and hang there while you try to figure it all out.
Then, like a white flag of surrender for everyone, the sun will rise. Today is a new day, give ’em hell.