Lughnasa \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Honey Moon<\/p>\n
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. \u00a0Sleep drunk, I’ve heard it called which, if a little dramatic, is close. \u00a0My eyelids feel heavy, limbs have a languor but my sense of smell heightens. \u00a0Most telling though is a heaviness, a gentle constriction between the temples that warns me that mentation will not be as acute. \u00a0This last, more than anything else, is what makes this time, which I’m in right now, set apart from the rest of the day.<\/p>\n
(The God Mercury Waking Paris to Judge the Contest of the Golden Apple by Cranach, Lucas (1472-1553) )<\/p>\n
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