I have liked evenings best since I was in college the first time. So a while ago. So why? I’m a claustrophobic introvert, so it’s not the partying. It’s the closing down part of the day. I have gotten through another one. And some days are just that. Getting Through. In the evening I can let down my defenses, the ones I wear for protection…oh about that. I learned as a little girl that I had to hide my depression, and I didn’t even know that’s what it was. To be fair, most people didn’t. Nonetheless, people didn’t ask questions or look at me funny if I kept quiet and pretended to be like everyone else.

So, evenings are best. I can breathe deeply and tell myself to get some sleep. Another sunrise is coming.