Nights Like These | One Little Bird

Nights that can’t really be called ‘nights’ anymore because I catch a glimpse of the rising sun reflecting on the metal chair outside my office window.

Nights like these have been happening more frequently for me lately for a variety of reasons. But I know that if it weren’t for nights like these I would never greet a sun rise or hear the birds wake up, because the only time I seem capable of experiencing 5am is when it’s marking the end of my day – not the beginning.

Nights Like These | One Little Bird

Nights like these mean that the dishwasher got loaded after all. Imagine that. There will be clean dishes today!

Nights like these mean that I get to text my parents to ask if they want to meet up for actual morning pancakes. Not the lunchtime pancakes that I typically make them eat.

Nights like this mean I’ll be able to make it to the Farmer’s Market before all the best things are gone.

Nights Like These | One Little Bird

Nights like these mean that somebody is grumpy. And he doesn’t want to talk about it.