Fall Days and Rainy Nights

I love the nights when I can open my window, hear the chirp of the crickets, feel the cool soft breeze of the midnight air come in and brush against my nose, which is the only part of me sticking out from the covers. I like it just a little bit cool in the room, and sleep with a ton of covers on.

I like the weekend mornings even better then the weekdays. During the weekdays, I know what time it is by what vehicles or people I hear outside. The guy who goes to work at 5:30 am (sucks for him) and who "warms up" his car even on the warmest summer day for like 10 minutes before he leaves. Or the guy who pounds on the door downstairs when he leaves at 6am. or my neighbors upstairs who almost always wake up to their alarm clock, get right up, and after the intial getting out of bed, are nice and quiet.

During the weekdays I feel like I'm the last to get up. During the weekends I feel like I'm the first to get up.

I leave my window open for the night sounds and breezes, and am awoken by the sunlight and birds rather then the 5:30 car starting wake-up. I get up and go outside to get my paper and all the cars are still parked with a layer of dew on them. The loudest noise all morning is the garbage truck at 8am.

Prehaps getting up earlier on the weekdays would have its advantages, like not having to be awoken by the thudthudthud of the neighbor pounding on the door. But I rather get up early on the weekend, and savor the quiet.