The Bedtime Epiphany
[Sunset in Evora, January 2011]
Nightly, it manifests.
The hour informs me that the day must conclude, my body tires, my mind sets on the preparations for sleep. All the little operations required are carried out. Check the locks, turn out the lights. I arrive at bedside.
As I settle into the same posture to which my body conformed at its genesis, wh…