One of the problems with my day is that it doesn’t start at the beginning, it starts somewhere else- in between there and late, sometimes even double figures. I always feel disappointed when I’ve missed the beginning; when the light heralds the first opportunities and the worm is caught. It wouldn’t be so bothersome if I thought this goal unreasonable but considering I stir just after, it deserves a try.
The birds wake up right at the end to ensure they witness the beginning, something to do with their crepuscular circadian rhythms*. Usually they all sing, together, around here and that surely merits curiosity for what, they reckon, deserves it.
With an early night (something I don’t fear), a decent sleep and this reason to get up in the morning I should make a more matinal veer from those vespertine habits and hopefully be present and assuming my spot for the start.
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Veer, crepuscular, circadian, vespertine, heralds, matinal, worm...I don't know Adam. Fancy fancy man with fancy fancy words. Everyone is so intelligent, except for me. I can tell you anything you like about plastic mouldings?
QUESTION FOR THE AUTHOR: You know how you said you were going to write the Soviet Dancer One differently (in your own voice, whatever, yknow what I mean)? Is it different to this one?
This is an unbiased question; I just want to hear your views.
That's a good question. The answer is 'just/slightly'.
(Thank-you to Patrick who did most of the reasoning for this answer.)
*(or whatever)
so I heard anyway.
This is all alien to me, I fear. I see plenty of the morning, though. And don't you forget it.
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