9:47 pm. Smoking a cig on a 15 min break. It’s coldish, spring not yet settled in though the calendar says it’s April 29. As I shiver I’m reminded of the parabol of the night watchman. When faced with the cold he was taught to imagine sitting by a warm fire. To visualize it, to feel the warmth in imagination. This to help him stay warm as to light a real fire would give his position away. I dream of a fireplace. Snuggled up on the couch by the fire. I wish for warmth on this chill spring night. I continue to shiver.
My break nearly over, I go back in for the final hours of the night shift.