I finally came to understand what it means by "the joy of rest". Every time I hit the the mattress after working long hours with such little sleep, this queer feeling of gratefulness rises and fills me as deep exhaustion sinks in. Ah. The joy of rest. 
The joy of rest from not having to be perfect.
the joy of rest from a silly bottle of bubble water and a calender from last month.
The joy of rest from not having to sit at the desk.
The joy of rest from an exhausted city.
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