In the last years I have developed a habit of waking up in the middle of the night, enjoying a cup of tea and a piece of toast, and reading/thinking in the quietness of the night. For me there seems to be something special about that time that is hard to describe to sound sleepers.
The Psalmist says 'My eyes are awake before the watches of the night, that I may meditate on your promise.' I wonder if he had 'tea and toast' also.
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