They don't clink any more though do they? They're all plastic, and brought home from Sainsbury's. Gone are the days of the whirring milk float and the whistling milkman.
Anyway, if the middle of the night is somewhere in these few small hours when the world is quiet and dark, when sensible people are fast asleep and everyone else is wishing they were, then this must be it.
I am awake. My mind is alive with thoughts and worries.
Why do I get like this? Where is the silver lining? It won't be easy, Positivity Week if this trend continues.
I'm worried about a lot of things. The future mostly. I can't really elucidate but there seem to be patterns in my life that I'm afraid to break - things that need some sort of miraculous intervention if there's any hope of solving them. Imagine a world where the thing that belongs to you is millimetres out of reach but the people who want you to get there have also created the system that keeps you from it. Only bravery will do.
Now imagine a world where I promise myself I won't be cryptic because it is annoying, and then have to decide whether to delete a paragraph from a blog post or leave it in because it's honest.
It is quiet. The clock ticks, the fridge hums, the rest of the world is silent. I have a Bible and a need to read it. Then I will pray in the only way that makes any sense at this time of night. I'm not brave, I'm not all that confident and I'm certainly out-of-phase with almost the whole world, but at least, here in the middle of the night, I have what I need.
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