Midsummer Night's Dream

Never have I seen such dark skies. Don't remember noticing how many shining pearls the night has. The moon with it's many colours gave the dark room a cold yet meaningful glow. Like a candle it refuses to let darkness cover everything between four walls.

I'm standing on the window on this warm summer night. The streets are empty: it's 3am. The windows of the neighboring buildings tell me that there are few people like myself: insomniac. The bed doesn't seem so cozy, the pillow not has good as it used to be.

The streets are lit but all you can hear are the trees breathing with the wind, I can almost hear the thoughts of other insomniacs like myself. A needle touching the ground can be loud like a jet plane but you don't have these at this time of the night. The world seems frozen, waiting for the dawn of a new day when people will wake up and fill the world with life again.

But don't be fooled. There's life in this frozen world of late night. When everything seems to be black and white, pay closse attention to the discreet signs that life gives us: the smell of the flowers, the tree branches moving... It's around us also during the day but their delicate beauty isn't noticed.

Perhaps some people can't sleep because of their fascination for this delicate beauty, perhaps in some sort of way their minds think that it's a waste to get disconnected from the outside world when it shows us this almost hidden spectacle.

Who knows?