Just us chickens
Last night was a quiet sort of evening for me. I received no phone calls or emails for most of the night. No journal comments or instant messages. I just worked and read and wondered if the rest of the world had disappeared.
I don't get many nights like that. It's not really a bad thing.
When I finally crawled into bed, I could hear that mockingbird singing. He's out there, right now, doing the same.
I wish I had his energy and dedication. I sure don't.