I woke up early this morning, long before getting out of bed, and had a great thought. Don’t ask me what it is. It vanished like dust in the wind. Like raindrops on hot summer asphalt. It blew away. Evaporated into mist. It is a thought no more and will never be again. It was brief and fleeting and brilliant.
It is not the first thought to die the sad, lonely death of being forgotten nearly as soon as it comes into existence. That is the fate of many thoughts. It is early. Too early for proper thinking and that is where the thoughts go that are birthed before sunrise. A thought without coffee is forgotten.
Before I began this writing adventure I had no thoughts. My brain was empty at 2:00 AM or filled with thoughts that would soon anger my wife. I still get the latter thoughts. She ran away from me this morning as I was inching closer and closer. If I had remembered the other thought perhaps she stays in bed a few moments longer.
The morning hours have always been when my brain is most active. I like to get up and hit the day running. Whatever thinking work needs to be done. It is work for the morning. I edited our business website a bit yesterday. I write these little do-dads in the morning.
It is as if the remaining thoughts of dreams are still in my brain. Bouncing around and birthing new thoughts. Expanding outward and bringing bigger and brighter thoughts to bear. The morning is where my brain is most active but that will never bring that 2:00 AM thought back. It is done and gone. Lost on the sea of time.
I cannot know if I wish to know it again because I never knew it in the first place. It is like a word on the tip of the tongue. It appears to be only slightly out of reach, but it might as well be a million miles away. It can never be reached. Never be remembered. It belongs to the universe now. Out there floating through the void with all the other unremembered 2:00 AM thoughts of the people on this planet.
David Huzzard Writes 