Here I am, awake again in the middle of the night. Plagued as always by insomnia. Unlike some I'm not one to lay in bed all night tossing and turning, if I'm not going to sleep, I might as well use the time to do something constructive. Such as, watching a parade of never-ending, pointless movies, that have no substance, plot, or pretty much anything of value in them. My husband complains because I stay up all night, as if I dont 'want' to sleep. Although I suppose six degrees of Kevin Bacon wouldnt be much of a stretch for me these days. I have to say though, being an incurable insomniac has given me a great appreciation for the night time and its beauty. Everything is blurred at night, the stars and the moon much more forgiving than the sun. All the ugly cement is softened, and it doesnt seem........quite so bad. I especially love summer nights, cool breeze, driving to nowhere, or to anywhere, just me and my radio, cruisin.
"The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express." Francis Bacon
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