I want to be a morning person. I really do. But then I find myself up late and then later, a painting beginning to emerge. And the night is midnight blue and a rain is falling softly, plopping drops into puddles outside my window. My hand is pulled into movement and my mind is hypnotized by water, by quiet, by the sound of the brush, by a plaintive song playing. That 5 o'clock rise is drifting further away...then again, I have this.