Posted: Mar 7, 2000
I am not a morning person, yet here I am, awake before sunrise, coring grapefruit in the fading gloom before the sky fills up with dull grey glow of an overcast. Others are morning people and set their clocks always to five and get up on time, unlike the city-street beatniks and nouveaux-riches who lie as dead on their couches of heedlessness, who stay up in the darkness at three am looking, looking, looking for a fix. I am not one of them, the morning people or the night people. I am something else, something in between that floats above the equator separating the early from the late.
I watch the tennis matches between the two.
D.