Tho I live in a city (NYC), I have the regimen of a farmer. Early to bed and early to rise. Can't help it. Unless I'm out and about, I just get soooo weary so early. But I get up during the night - especially while I'm dealing with withdrawal - and often find it impossible to get back to sleep. So, I pop my light on, prop up my pillows and scoop up whatever book I'm in the middle of. I also peek out of the windows. In a city of skyscrapers, there are fellow insomniacs....yellow windows at 3AM. I feel a strange kind of alliance with these lights...10, 20, 30 stories high. Are any of these 'bright lights' feeling antsy like I am? Or maybe they simply have a cranky little one. Or, perhaps they haven't been to bed yet. Or, could they work a night shift? Or, gotten, heaven forbid, an bad news phone call? Or, maybe they are reveling in a late night party with good friends...that would be nice! It's a strange 'fraternity' at 3AM. I count these sporadic city lights as far as I can see....making up my own story for each splash of yellow. Somehow, when I feel pretty awful, it's comforting to see these lights. Makes me think of a few months ago when Kindaunwell, on this Board, was bravely battling his withdrawals and doing the 'graveyard shift,' cheering those who, like him, could not feel the pull of the Sandman. Kinda's doing so fine these days. He even keeps "normal hours!'
Good nite all....just a few reflections before this night 'gets young.'