Lughnasa Honey Moon
Those moments after you awake, if you’re like me, have a certain sluggishness as the body shifts from the world of dreams to the world of waking attention. Sleep drunk, I’ve heard it called which, if a little dramatic, is close. My eyelids feel heavy, limbs have a languor but my sense of smell heightens. Most telling though is a heaviness, a gentle constriction between the temples that warns me that mentation will not be as acute. This last, more than anything else, is what makes this time, which I’m in right now, set apart from the rest of the day.
(The God Mercury Waking Paris to Judge the Contest of the Golden Apple by Cranach, Lucas (1472-1553) )
