Halfway through the afternoon, and for no apparent reason, my reserves of energy hit zero and stayed there. It was clear that no matter what good intentions that I had for getting things done during the evening, it was going to be an evening for going home and going straight to bed. 

The remainder of the day passed very slowly. My mind was strangely quiet, considering the mental racket that I’d been navigating since the weekend. I thought about payroll or nothing at all- there was no daydreaming or memories or earworms. Just numbing silence. 

So there wasn’t much about the day worth writing about. 

By the time I got off the bus in the evening, it was already fully dark. The night was clear and the stars were bright and the moon seemed to have a pinkish cast that might have been a trick of the atmosphere or might have been a flaw in my vision. In spite of the darkness, the world seemed to be rendered in exquisite detail- each leaf on the date palms overhead outlined with a rim of light from the sports fields at the nearby college. 

I made my way through the neighborhood mostly by sounds and smell and feel. At the crossroads nearest our house I became aware that the road had been repaved by a sense of rising warmth off the fresh asphalt. The intense buzz of the neighbor’s high-pressure sodium light told me I was near home. 

True to plan, I made it home, ate dinner, and went straight to bed. With luck, it was just a temporary period of low energy and not a sign that I’m getting sick.

~ by Gwydhar Gebien on September 27, 2017.

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