The Still of the Night

I had just awoken from a deep sleep. A cold wind greeted me as I stepped outside to smoke my pipe. Far off, a neighbor’s dog barked at unforeseen threats in the distance. A beautiful half-moon was setting on the horizon accompanied by wispy clouds that glowed with its bright light. A myriad of stars adorned the night sky looking like little twinkling jewels hung on the tapestry of the deep dark. I lit my pipe and drew in that rich, aromatic smoke. I reveled in the stillness of the night. The cold night air enveloped me. The time was 3:00 AM.

Yesterday, I was overcome with exhaustion. I ended up laying in the bed all day in a delirious state; sleeping off and on as the radio on my bedside table played. I would awake every few hours to a different program playing. I would roll over and re-wrap myself in those soft and warm covers. I do not know why I was so tired yesterday as I had slept fitfully the night before. Now, the time is well after midnight and I am up with the creatures of the night; bright eyed and bushy tailed as they say.