#20: The Joy of the End
There is a very specific pleasure in leaving work while the rest of the world is just starting. The sky brightens, commuters appear, coffee shops open, and night workers head home with the strange satisfaction of being finished before everyone else begins. It is not exactly glamorous, but it has its own quiet triumph. Bed feels earned. Curtains close. Shoes come off. Outside, morning starts without you, and for once, that is perfect.

