And so it is that I’m up at 1 in the morning, writing about mirrors.
These wee hours of morning. For a few weeks now, they’ve been my consistent companion. Whether I find my nights stretching into their territory, or I’m awakened in the middle of the night as if to be reminded of their presence, I find myself here. As a naturally early sleeper, I take pause when this happens. Such a disruption of my circadian rhythm is usually a sign something is afoot, or evolving — or, bare minimum, wants me awake for it.
But, yes, mirrors. Metaphorical mirrors. Perhaps I’ll start small and go from there. Continue reading