QUIET . . .

Normally, I love the quiet.

But at 5am, everything is too quiet. There's no one to talk to, when I most need someone to talk to. Even Ha is asleep, even with that blessed three-hour window between here and Los Angeles. (She's laughing reading this because she knows I hate to talk on the phone, and so I must really be hating the quiet if I'm craving even telephone talk.)

Sigh. Too, too quiet.

At this point, I'm mulling waiting for the dawn to come before closing my eyes.
It's too quiet to rest.