My morning routine is long gone, and the evening approaches. The energy and vitality of a city waking is starting to wane, and I am weary. The routines of the morning that energized me are but distant memories. I grow weary of activities and people. My energy for interaction is drained. I know that for many, the evening is just the beginning. But, for me, the city is starting to settle in for the night, and I am ready to rest.
I rest, looking forward to tomorrow. I know tomorrow will bring a new day, and the city will awake again. The morning will come, and I will again be revitalized by the routine awaking of the city. I look forward to a new day.