Writing in the early hours of the morning is amazing. It’s actually one of the only things I enjoy doing with my phone. It’s 4.30am and I’ve been writing some different pieces for over an hour now. The streets are quiet. The neighbours have long since packed up the party.
The only noises I can hear are from my son and dog who are both fast asleep next to me. The sound of their breathing is intoxicating and inspirational. The life they breathe in and out of their lungs, is the same life being breathed into these words. Once they hit the page, they come to life. They might not be profound, but they are unique. From thoughts in my head to words on a screen. Formed in the dark, transferred to the light.