Savor

It's not that the days are long. They are, in fact, too short. By the time everything on the list has been checked off and being constantly on the go, mind you, the time to start the next day has already begun.

Before you know it, you've missed the day. The day has most definitely been a filled one, but one aspect remains unsavored: the sweet melodies of the daytime birds exchanging sound frequencies with the nightly singing crickets, the time spent in reflection rather than time spent in anticipation, love to pour out rather than to recycle upon one's self. That.

That is what I hope to not miss. So I choose savoring over sleeping. And coffee, lots of coffee. And by now, everyone else has gone to bed, but my day has only just begun!

Ye soft crickets chirp on.