I’m not working at the moment, I don’t have a lot of commitments, yet, but I still wake up on a Saturday feeling different. It still signifies the end of the week, and still offers a sense of possibility and opportunity. I always get excited when Spring arrives, and the days get longer; that rhythm keeps me going every year but even without a working week I can still sense the change of circadian rhythm at the weekend. Isn’t that funny, and yet lovely?
North Seven 