I remember laying down for a nap in the afternoon. I feel awake now at half passed seven and wandered aimlessly in the dark. Looking for something. Nothing.
So I went back outside to the balcony where I see I've been reading earlier. The book and pen I left on the ledge hasn't moved. I turned on the light I had hung outside, sliding the dimmer up slowly so as to not attract the attention of neighbors. I thought to myself, a seat here should be great once the weather gets warmer, and the sky brighter.
Now 7:34 and I realize I still didn't know if it was early evening or early morning. And that it didn't really matter which. But perhaps knowing may help me find some direction. So I looked at the clock again. Well, it's evening. Happy valentines day.